I twisted my fingers. “Yeah? I’m glad. Don’t worry about me. Go do your wedding stuff.”
Sully gave me a grateful smile. “So glad you and Rip got the cake here in one piece.”
I flushed. “I’m really sorry about that. I hate that I gave you undue stress.”
Sully waved me off. “I knew Rip would take care of it. We’ll see you later.” He dragged Rip off.
Ripley glanced back at me, mouthing, “I’m sorry.”
Not that he had anything to be sorry for. It was my screw up.
Once a Hart, always a Hart evidently.
“Hey, sis.”
I froze. No freaking way.
I turned to find my older brother, Luther behind me. He was wearing his one and only suit jacket with a pair of paint-stained jeans and a white Oxford shirt. Positively black tie for him.
“What are you doing here?” I glanced around. I hoped to hell he wasn’t crashing. Though I was pretty sure the entire town had an open invitation to this thing.
He hooked his arm around the blond beside him. “Gigi works part time for Sully.”
Gigi gave me a polite smile. “Hey.”
I smiled tightly at her before staring at Luther. “Don’t start trouble, huh?”
“Relax. We’re just here to have a good time aren’t we, Gigi?” He pulled a flask out of the inside pocket of his jacket. “I filled this baby up thanks to the open bar.”
Freaking great.
Relax...sure. It couldn’t be any of my other brothers. Hell, I’d even take Booker and all the painful awkwardness that would bring over Luther.
“The chief of police is here. Do not get arrested.”
“Always such a straight arrow. Live a little, Mercy.” He squinted at me. “Or maybe you already did. You got a little something.” He flicked a finger over his neck.
I slapped a hand over my neck where Rip had definitely been concentrating on earlier.
“Do I need to beat the shit out of someone?” He looked around. “Who’s been macking on your neck?”
“None of your business. Since when do you care who I date?”
“I care.” He frowned.
“Go dance with Gigi. I have work.”
“You always have work.”
I hunched my shoulders as I nudged a tart over to straighten out the petal for the daisy arrangement on the table.
“Whatever.” He took the flask out and sipped then toasted me. “At least maybe if you got laid, you’ll loosen up. I’ll see you later.”
I glanced at the older woman who was taking photos of the table with a wince.
Great.
She gave me a tight smile. “It really is beautiful. Your bakery is my favorite place.”
