“Hope you have a nice night, Steven,” she said, already moving off. “Take care.”
For a moment, she thought he was about to latch on and follow them to the bar. But Steven’s date, Jilly, appeared at his side just then and said she wanted him to say a proper hello to her friend, the groom. Carole used the distraction to make good her escape.
“Bloody hell, Tom, it took you long you enough to realise I was in mortal jeopardy!” Carole laughed as they fled around the dance floor and out towards the bar. “You’re supposed to be my wedding wingman!”
“I’m know! I’m sorry! But you should probably blame your nieces. They kept insisting I try new dance moves and wouldn’t let me leave until I proved I’d learned them. Once I realised you were talking to Steven, I came over as fast as I could in case you needed rescuing.”
His exhausted face was testament to his ordeal on the dance floor, and Carole couldn’t help but be amused.
“I did need rescuing, although to be honest, listening to Steven talk was… interesting.”
Tom gave her a curious look. “Oh?”
She was about to tell him about the three ex-wives Steven had revealed, and the weird job situation he’d been rambling on about, but found she didn’t want to think about any of that for another second longer.
“Look, let’s just forget about him,” she said instead. “Come on, let’s get a drink.”
After talking to Steven, she needed it.
