Page 108 of Unscripted with Mila

A shout of laughter interrupted us. I looked over, a smile pulling at my mouth. Aiden and his sons were wrestling. Five large men acting like kids, rolling around, laughing, and talking trash. Bentley observed them, shaking his head.

“Don’t break the furniture this time!” he called.

Mad Dog slapped his shoulder. “Good luck.”

Beside Mad Dog stood Richard VanRyan. He was a tall, good-looking man with an engaging smile. His very presence commanded the room. Amber had taken one look at him and decided he needed to be in the wedding scene. That made Aiden pout until she told him she was using him as well. In fact, she wanted all the BAM men and women in the wedding scene. But Richard got a speaking part. He was the minister marrying Duncan and Roxie.

He had grinned, delighted. He nudged his wife, Katy, and winked at her. “I’m still a big deal, sweetheart. You prepared to be married to Hollywood’s next superstar?” He ran a hand down his torso. “The ladies will be lining up for a piece of this.”

She had scoffed loudly, chuckling as she walked away. “Go fuck yourself, VanRyan.”

They made me laugh.

Aiden was the security overseeing the event—with a long, damaged past, he informed Amber. She had laughed and patted his arm. “You work on that tortured look, Aiden. I’ll make sure to get a close-up.”

“Excellent.” He beamed.

Amber met my eyes, her gaze wide as she watched them rolling on the floor, bumping into furniture. “They are hilarious.”

“Wait until they say…” Mila started, stopping when her mom came from the kitchen.

“Food is ready!”

“Stand back,” Mila advised.

“Guests first,” Bentley said in a loud voice as the wrestling stopped and they all got to their feet.

I looked at the tables, shocked. I had never seen so much food. Surely to God even this lot couldn’t polish off the banquet set out. Eggs, meats, platters of pancakes, waffles, toast, and bagels. Hash browns, salads, and a massive roast that Van was carving. Desserts, cheeses, fruit. It was a spread fit for a king. An entire kingdom, to be exact.

I picked up a plate, handing it to Amber and then one to Mila. “What happens to the leftovers?” I asked.

All the women laughed. “There won’t be any.”

I found it hard to believe until I watched the food disappear. More platters appeared, and those vanished as well. I met Mila’s amused gaze.

“Told you.”

“Where do they put it all?” I wondered out loud.

“Football after lunch!” Ronan shouted. He grinned at me. “Friendly, of course. But you’re kinda scrawny, so I’ll let you be on my team. I’ll protect you.”

Scrawny?

I scoffed. “I think I can handle you lot.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “You wanna make a little wager on that?”

“Sure.”

“You’re on, Hollywood.”

I chuckled at the catcalls and taunts, as well as the nickname. It was said with no malice, and I kinda liked it. I laughed harder as voices shouted they wanted in on the action.

“I’ll take Hollywood!”

“I’ve got ten on my team!”

“Don’t touch his face,” Amber called out. “I need it on camera tomorrow.”