“Are you taken?”
“What?”
“Are you seeing someone?”
“No, but yes, and—Okay… It’s complicated.”
“Well, call me whenever it’s uncomplicated.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. Then he slipped his business card into my front pocket. “I mean it.”
“Okay. I will…”
“Over here, Katie!” A voice I didn’t recognize made me turn around.
It belonged to a woman standing near the tower of champagne glasses.
I walked over and was instantly pulled into a hug with Winter, the maid of honor. Then the other bridesmaids introduced themselves one by one, and I tried to commit their names to my memory.
Mariska. Taylor. Sandy. Myra. Lauren.
“We can’t believe Michelle got you for her wedding!” Winter placed her hand on her chest. “My friends are going to be so jealous that…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, and her cheeks suddenly flushed pink.
For some odd reason, the other bridesmaids were turning away from our circle and blushing, too.
I waved a hand in front of their faces, and none of them blinked.
Confused, I turned around to see what the hell they were staring at.
There was nothing ahead of us but waiters, décor, and?—
My jaw hit the floor.
Asher?
Of course it was him—standing there in a perfectly tailored suit, broad shoulders, and those deep green eyes sweeping theroom like he owned it—making every other man here look completely forgettable.
It was way too soon for me to see him again, and I didn’t appreciate him appearing in my life uninvited and somehow looking sexier each and every time.
Flashing his perfect smile, he hugged the guests one by one. Then he shook hands with the guy who’d just given me his number.
I squinted, trying to read their lips.
I grabbed two shots off a passing waiter’s tray. Then I treated myself to two champagne flutes.
Okay, three…
“Glad you’re enjoying the champagne.” Michelle was suddenly next to me. “Would you like to try some of our signature wine?”
“Sure.” I took her glass and guzzled it. “Wow. That’s very good.”
“I was going to get you your own glass.” She crossed her arms. “Are you okay?”
“No. Can you please tell me what the hell that man is doing here?”
“Which man?”
“Thatman.” I narrowed my eyes. “Asher Brooks.”
