Page 96 of Nothing to the Wedding

Why would her brother be talking to a celebrity?He didn’t care about fame.Maybe, like her, he had no idea what the guy did for a living.

People were more than the sum total of their jobs.She was.Her guy was.Their friends.Their—what would Sam have in common with a TV star?

Curiosity piqued.

“There’s a lot of pretty people around here,” she muttered.

“That’s LA for you.”

All the pretty people.The city was rife with contradictions.Massive wealth juxtaposed with crippling poverty.Some cities had their own personality, their own attitude.After growing up in Chicago, she had to admit that New York was more her pizzazz.It had panache, its own style.

California wasn’t as familiar.She liked it, but the money meant more there.No one could deny New York had prosperity.Wall Street, Park Avenue, hello!But in LA, they wore their successes, enhanced them, begged anyone to challenge them.Though when someone did, which did happen, there wasn’t the same front they’d get from Chicago and New York.People were more sensitive, maybe that was it.

Reeve cleared his throat.“Can we talk about the last minute twist?”

“What last minute twist?”

“I heard Knox Collier got married too.To your best friend.Is it true?”

“Might be.”

“All that goodwill for the Anjelica thing over already?”

“You didn’t do it for goodwill.Maybe you did, but it’s my wedding day, so I choose not to be cynical.”For once.“If Knox Collier, and/or my best friend have news to share, it’s their news to share.Or not.What about you?”

“I didn’t get married today.”

Ha, funny.“Maybe not, but is there a special someone?”

Had she seen evidence of a significant other at his apartment?Not that she remembered, though she hadn’t really been looking.

“Are we friends now?”

The door behind her, the one they’d entered by, opened, swiveling her all the way around and putting Reeve on his feet.

No one should’ve been able to open that door except—

“Ah, my husband,” she said on a sigh, arms falling open.

TWENTY-SEVEN

IN A BLINK, the walls of the private pod went black.Dyce glass.Had its moments.

“Great!”she exclaimed with her own level of sarcasm.“Now people will think we’re having a threesome in here.”

Said husband wasn’t in the mood to play.“They won’t because he’s leaving.Now.”

“Don’t be rude to our guest, I invited him.”

“I know.He’s still leaving.”

Reeve tried to reason.“Zairn—”

“Don’t talk to me like you’re my friend.The only reason you get me and not security is because my wife’s in a good mood.”

His wife.Wow.Just wow.Still weird but goddamn sexy.

“Okay, everyone…” Much as it pained her—because she was tired and scrunchy and just wanted to cuddle—she forced herself to put one foot on the floor then the other.Yes, she could play mediator… or they’d die of laughter while she tried.“No fisticuffs on wedding days.”