“Yes, but the bagpipes and the festival…”
Several of Hunter’s blond little brothers ran up to him, and he turned to deal with them. Sebastian swung off his horse as a young brown-haired boy ran up with another group of towheaded kids. They were all excited to show him and Hunter something.
I took the opportunity to say to Meg, “We just want to make sure the wedding is how you want. You’re the bride.”
“I want everyone to have a good time,” Meg said, smiling from under her hat. “And I want Hunter to enjoy it too. It’s his day as well.”
I blinked. “That is a very rare statement from our brides.”
Meg snickered. “I’ve heard some of the horror stories.” She waved a hand. “Just do something nice. And we need good photos, obviously.”
“But the festival!”
She shrugged. “If Hunter’s okay with it, I am. I trust you! Besides, I like fried food, so I’m totally down for that on my wedding day.”
“Right. Well then, the décor—”
But it was hopeless. Meg had been in one spot longer than fifteen minutes, and now there were people clambering for her attention.
“Just show me your plans at the next meeting,” she said, turning to deal with her constituents. “You and the big, handsome boy have it under control, I’m sure!” She winked.
I inadvertently glanced at Sebastian.
Ugh.The big, handsome boy was in very tight pants and above-the-knee black boots.
Do not stare at his crotch, Amy. Do not! Think of being evicted! Think of losing your job! Think of the wedding being a disaster!
But Sebastian was a big boy indeed. Well, man. He was a fully grown, very large man. With a horse. And if he weren’t a complete obnoxious asshole, he would totally be my type.
No. No way. We are not going down that road.
Sebastian’s head turned slightly, and suddenly his eyes met mine. He frowned and stalked over to me.
“I hope you disavowed Meg of the festival idea.”
“She likes fried food,” I said defensively. “But she said it was up to Hunter.”
“Hunter!” Sebastian said impatiently, getting Hunter’s attention and all the kids’.
They were versions of Hunter and one who was a miniature version of Sebastian.
That could be what your baby looks like…
Stop it, Amy!
“You don’t want a festival, do you?” Sebastian asked.
“Does Meg want a festival?” Hunter asked me.
I shrugged helplessly. “She does if you do.”
“She can have whatever she wants,” Hunter said as the kids jumped all over him.
“But…”
“Just handle it,” he said, signaling to Sebastian.
The best man glared at me while the horses milled around.
