Why was the question.
But he kept it to himself and held a light meter when he was told to, a length of white lace over a window, a lens. He didn't mind, even when Jack deserted the field and he was left the lone male among the female army.
He'd never seen Mac work before, and that alone was both education and pleasure. Confident, intent, he thought, with efficiency and fluidity in her movements. She changed angles, cameras, lenses, circling and winding through the women, speaking rarely to those she photographed.
She let them be, he realized. How they were and who they were.
She tapped her headset. "Groom's heading in. We're on the move."
Solidarity wasn't the theme here, Carter noted, as the best man didn't arrive with his brother. Mac did her work, in the cold, with her breath wisping vapors.
"Groom's coming up," she said into headset. "CBBM among the missing. Got it." She turned to Carter. "We've set a lookout for the asshole. I'm going to go set for the formal gown portraits. Why don't you find Jack and Del, relax awhile?"
"All right." He looked around the Parlor at the rows of white draped chairs, the floods of flowers, the groupings of candles. "It's quite a transformation. Like magic."
"Yeah, and magic takes sweat. I'll find you."
He didn't doubt that, but wasn't sure where he should go to be found.
He wandered through the flowers and tulle, the tiny sparkling lights and into the Grand Hall. There, with some relief, he found Jack and Del, sitting at the bar.
"Want a beer?" Del called out.
"No. Thanks. I'm just getting out of the way."
"Best place for all of us," Jack agreed. "You hit the nail with Megan." Jack lifted his bottle of Bass. "There are worse ways to spend a Saturday than comforting a pretty brunette. Canape?"
Carter perused the small tray of food. "Maybe."
"Del seduced a sampling out of the caterer."
"There are worse ways to spend a Saturday," Del agreed. "So, Carter, now that we're all here, what's going on with you and my girl?"
"Your-what?"
"You've got your eye on my Macadamia. You got anything else on her?"
"Del's territorial. Have a shrimp ball."
So was he, Carter realized. "When did she become yours-from your point of view?"
"Since she was about two. Throttle back, Carter. The question's brotherly."
"Then you'd better ask her."
"Discreet." Del nodded. "That's a good quality. Hurt her, and I'll mess you up."
"Protectiveness. That's a good quality," Carter returned.
"Then we're square. And also busted," he declared when Emma came in.
"Didn't I tell you this area is off limits?" In her blue suit, her mass of hair pinned back, she clipped around the tables. "Where did you get that food?"
"Del did it." Jack threw his friend into the fire without hesitation.
"I'm not having beer bottles and crumbs in here. Get out, and take that with you. Go outside or up to the family wing. I expect this sort of thing from these two," Emma added. "But I'm surprised at you, Carter."
"I just . . . I didn't have a beer. Or anything."
She only gave him a steely look and pointed to the door.
"We were going to clean it up." Jack skulked out with the others, and turned to watch Emma check the table arrangements.
Carter bumped into him in the doorway. "Sorry."
"No problem." Jack glanced over as Del's walkie beeped.
"I'm hooked up," Del explained. "The asshole just got here. He's alone. I guess that means we don't get to go out and intimidate him, maybe smack him around. Too bad."
IT SEEMED TO GO WELL, CARTER DECIDED. IF HE HADN'T SEEN so much of the behind-the-scenes, he might have believed it just unfolded. The flowers, the music, the radiant bride bathed in candlelight. He stood in the back with Del and Jack watching two people promise to love.
But he couldn't keep his eyes off Mac.
She moved so smoothly, so silently. Not like a shadow, he thought. She was too bright for shadows. Still it seemed she barely stirred the air so all around her attention centered on the two people in front of the crackling fire.
"Got it bad, don't you?" Del murmured.
"Yes, I do."
As the newly married couple turned to start the recession, Mac dashed back, nudged Carter to the left. When they passed by into the foyer, she lowered her camera briefly. "I can use you for the group shots. Just stay behind me."
Guests were escorted through another door. Mac made use of the staircase, the foyer, the now empty parlor.
She worked quickly, Carter observed. She didn't seem to hurry, but she clicked along, posing various groups and couples-and smoothly avoiding any pose that put the feuding maid of honor and best man together.