“Fancy seeing you here,” said a familiar voice behind him.
He turned to see Mason, giving off his whole tall, dark, and brooding vibe in a suit. He must be a guest, rather than working the catering, and Felix smiled at him, then went back to taking shots. He needed to focus on what he was doing, not be distracted about everything Ryder Quinn.
“Felix. I just wanted to check in on how you’re doing with everything?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“You and Ryder.”
“You mean after our date at the restaurant?”
A look flashed over Mason’s face, which he covered quickly, but Felix had seen it. The only way to describe it was shock, but he wasn’t sure why. Had Ryder not told his friends about going on another date with Felix?
“I’ll leave you to your work, but could we have a quick chat before you go?”
“Of course. I’m here for a while yet.”
Mason smiled and patted his shoulder. There was a look of compassion in his eyes. What the fuck was that all about? He shook it off and got back to his job.
The rest of the reception went past in a blur. Moving speeches, a first dance that brought people to tears, followed by rapturous applause, and the cake cutting was his exit time. Not wanting to speak to Mason, he thought about just leaving, but he didn’t want to be rude to the grooms. He found them cozied up to the side, away from the crowd who were tearing up the dance floor.
“I just came to say goodbye.”
“Felix,” said Lucas, jumping up and pulling him into a hug,
Okay, he was drunk. Felix chuckled.
“You’re welcome to put the camera away, and just stay and enjoy yourself.”
“That’s very kind of you, but I want to get a good night’s sleep so I can get to work on the pictures tomorrow and get them over to you.”
“Can’t wait to see them, and sorry about what happened. I think you’re taking it very well. You’ve been nothing but professional all day.”
What was he talking about? The look on his face must have told them.
“Have you looked at social media today?” asked Westley, concern written all over his face.
“No. I don’t look at my phone when I’m working. What’s going on?”
“Did you have a date last night with Ryder Quinn?”
His stomach dropped and his body prickled with fear. What had happened? All he could do was nod his head.
“Some pictures of your date were posted online, and it kind of went viral,” said Lucas.
He felt faint, and must have stumbled, because before he knew it he was being seated, and Westley had been ordered to get him a drink by Lucas. The next few minutes were a blur as he gulped water, and then what tasted like vodka and tonic.
“I’ll get him home,” said that familiar voice again.
“Mason. What’s happened? Is Ryder okay?”
“He’s just worried about you. Said he’s been trying to call you all day.”
“I have my phone off when I’m working.”
“That might be a good thing.”
“Why?” He dreaded the answer.
