He let out a long breath. Not quite a sigh. Or maybe a sigh of exasperation? With him, things like that were hard to tell.
“We just decided to go our separate ways. Why do we need a dance floor this big? People don't like dancing these days.” He eyed the space as if trying to figure out how to make things work.
“What? People likeyoumaybe. But I like dancing. And you mean you broke up... no hard feelings?”
“I know you like dancing. I had the singular job of watching you dance back in Vancouver and having to watch two men try to put their hands down your trousers in the middle of the dance floor.” No hiding the disgust. Or, at the very least, annoyance.
I grinned. “I can't remember that. Did I have a good time?”
Another sigh. “I'm not sure. You didn't tell me. I nearly got into a barroom brawl trying to extract you from that situation, though.”
Oh, this is just way too muchfun. “Who said I wanted to be extracted? And you never answered my question about your girlfriend.”
“What girlfriend?” He stepped away from the floor plan and took several strides between where we were and where the head table was going to be. Taryn hadn’t been thrilled at the idea of being on display. However, both sets of parents were contributing, and they’d asked to have at least some elements of a traditional wedding. Well, Taryn's and Lachlan’s parents more than mine. One compromise had been the head table.
“Lydia? Remember her?” I had to raise my voice a bit as Lachlan was now on the other side of the room.
“Not really, no.” He muttered the words—likely thinking he’d said them under his breath. The acoustics, though, in this room, were amazing.
“What? You can remember me having a good time with two guys in a seedy, dimly lit bar from last year, but can't remember your ex from two weeks ago?”
You’re poking the bear.
Well, maybe, but it’s so much fun. And anyway, he’s not a bear…he’s not even a Daddy. He does have a Dom vibe, though…
He stood on the other side of the room, glaring at me.
“We’re keeping the dance floor. You can just sit at the head table while the rest of us dance.” I eyed him. “You remember you’re the White Rabbit at this point, right?”
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ.”
I glanced around. Truthfully, I’d never heard Lachlan swear. “Shush. This is Taryn's and Stephanie’s day. My sister is Alice, and your sister is the Mad Hatter. It’s freaking brilliant.”
“And you’re the Queen of Hearts.”
“Off with their heads.” I made a dramatic slicing motion.
He groaned. “With the costume and all.”
“I know. Isn’t that fantastic? I was so lucky the young woman who played the part at the local theater was tall. The tailor I hired let the dress down a bit, and it reaches my ankles. With those boots, the one with heels, I’ll look amazing.”
“Didn’t you say something about a bachelorette party? Anything is better than this.”
“Oh, yeah. Steph and Taryn will be back shortly. Then we can go.”
My work here is done.
Or just beginning.
Totally depends on your perspective.
Chapter Three
Lachlan
Icrossed my arms. “I'm not going.”
Cooper crossed his arms. “You have to. You're the best man.”
