Page 62 of The Game Plan

Even adults still like to have fun in a photo booth.

She said hello to the team members she saw as she circled the ballroom, searching not only for Carrie to check in, but for her date as well.

Reese texted her that he would be a little late, but he promised her he was on his way.

“Sutton!”

She turned to find out who called her, and she smiled as Joel and his wife Shana made their way over to her.

She gave Shana a quick hug and shook Joel’s hand. “Good evening, you two. You look amazing.”

Joel was dressed in a formal tux, and Shana glowed in a gold gown, her brown hair curled but left down for the evening.

“Thank you,” Shana replied. “The ballroom looks amazing. You’ve done it again.”

“Thank you so much,” Sutton replied, setting her hand on her chest. “I wanted tonight to be elegant and classy but still fun. There is a photo booth over there in the corner, and we do have a cotton candy machine next to the bar. The bartender makes a pretty good cotton-candy-flavored cocktail, if I heard correctly.”

“Cotton candy? How fun!” Shana said, taking Joel’s hand. “We need to go try it.”

Joel smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’m ready when you are.”

“See you in a little bit,” Sutton said as they headed for the bartender, leaving Sutton alone again.

She caught a flash of red hair as Carrie made her way from the ballroom, so Sutton headed that way, stepping out onto the Cumberland Concourse to find her assistant.

Looking around, she didn’t see her anywhere. Instead, her eyes locked onto the tall, blond man who stalked toward her, his hazel eyes making their way down, then back up her body.

Butterflies flittered through her stomach, and her heart picked up its pace as he got closer to her, a small sliver of desire simmering in her belly.

She had to physically hold her feet in place to keep from running to his arms for a kiss only he could give her.

This is still a work function.

Reese halted in front of her and reached for her hand, turning it over to press a kiss to her pulse, then thread his fingers through hers.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he said. He looked down at his jacket. “Lost a button so I had to get it fixed.”

She ran her hand over the soft fabric of his tuxedo jacket. “It’s okay. There are so many people here right now and even more are coming.”

A murmur ran through the crowd, and Sutton stood on her tiptoes to look, watching as Mayor Laura Burrows made her way into the convention center.

She shook hands as she walked through the crowd, her security close behind her.

“She looks so nice,” Sutton commented.

Laura wore a metallic gold dress with a small clutch; her blonde hair tied up in a twist.

“She does indeed,” Reese said. He looked back at her. “But not as nice as you. Yellow suits you so well.”

A flush covered Sutton’s face. “Thank you.” She leaned over to press a quick kiss to his cheek, checking to make sure there was no lipstick stain left over.

She had worn no-mess lipstick for that specific reason.

“Here she comes,” Reese murmured. He straightened next to her, and she adjusted her stance and put on a smile, holding out her hand to shake the mayor’s when she got close enough.

“Good evening, Sutton,” Laura said. “The convention center looks amazing. Thank you for the invitation.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Sutton replied, trying to hold in her excitement. “You’re welcome. I’m happy you were able to make it.”