Bed of Roses (Bride Quartet #2)(117)

He smiled at her now, quick and easy, with a disarming flash of humor she imagined served as a lethal weapon in court. Or the bedroom.

"Cold poached salmon, mini chicken florentine, grilled summer vegetables, potato pancakes, a variety of quiches, caviar with full accompaniment, assorted pastries and breads along with a fruit and cheese display, followed by the poppyseed cake with orange marmalade filling and Grand Mariner buttercream frosting, topped with fresh fruit."

"Sign me up."

"I expect you can sweet-talk the caterers," she said. She rolled her shoulders, circled her head on her neck as she chose the next berries.

"Something hurt?"

"The basketweave's a killer on the neck and shoulders."

His hands lifted, then retreated to his pockets. "Are Jack and Carter around?"

"Somewhere. I haven't seen them today."

"Maybe I'll go hunt them down."

"Mmm-hmm."

But he wandered across the room to the windows and looked down at the flower-decked terrace, the white slippered chairs, the pretty bride turned toward the smiling groom.

"They're doing the ring thing," Del called out.

"So Parker just told me." Laurel tapped her headset. "I'm set. Emma, the cake's ready for you."

She balanced the top layer with an offset stem loaded with blackberries. "Five-minute warning," she announced, and began loading her bin with the remaining fruit. "Let's get the champagne poured, the Bloody Marys and mimosas mixed. Light the candles, please." She started to lift the bin, but Del beat her to it.

"I'll carry it."

She shrugged, and moved over to hit the switch for the background music that would play until the orchestra took over.

They started down the back stairs, passing uniformed wait-staff on their way up with hors d'oeuvres for the brief cocktail mixer designed to keep guests happy while Mac took the for mals of the bride and groom, the wedding party, and family.

Laurel swung into her kitchen, where the caterers ran full steam. Used to the chaos, she slid through, got a small bowl and scooped out fruit. She passed it to Del.

"Thanks."

"Just stay out of the way . . . Yes, they're ready," she said to Parker through the headset. "Yeah, in thirty. In place." She glanced over at the caterers. "On schedule. Oh, Del's here. Uh-huh."

He watched her, leaning on the counter and eating berries as she stripped off her apron. "Okay, heading out now."

Del pushed off the counter to follow her as she headed through the mudroom that would soon be transformed into her extra cooler and storage area. She pulled the clip out of her hair, tossed it aside, and shook her hair into place as she stepped outside. 

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to help escort guests inside. You're going away, somewhere."

"I like it here."

It was her turn to smile. "Parker said to get rid of you until it's time to clean up. Go find your little friends, Del, and if you're good boys you'll be fed later."

"Fine, but if I get roped into cleanup, I want some of that cake."

They separated, him strolling toward the remodeled pool house that served as Mac's studio and home, her striding toward the terrace where the bride and groom exchanged their first married kiss.

Laurel glanced back once, just once. She'd known him all her life-that was fate, she supposed. But it was her own fault, and her own problem, that she'd been in love with him nearly as long.

She allowed herself one sigh before fixing a bright, professional smile on her face to lend a hand herding the celebrants into Reception.