Best Man with Benefits (Wedding Dare, #4, McCade Brothers, #3)(54)
“Nothing.” A quick glance around the room assured her everyone else was occupied. “I might have had an allergic reaction to the mascara. My eyes started to burn and water. I had to wash it off.”
“Ugh. I feel your pain. That happens to me, too. I know they’ve got the hypoallergenic kind around here. Elise?”
The beautician led Sophie to the vanity and repaired her makeup in no time. The woman was a magician. No one would guess she’d been crying her eyes out a few minutes ago.
A voice shouted, “Okay girls, here I come,” from the bedroom. The double doors opened and Kady stepped out. All the chatter in the room stopped, and a collective gasp filled the silence.
Kady lifted her hand and touched her veil. “Somebody say something.”
Regan found her voice first. “Colton’s not going to believe his eyes.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Damn right it is, beotch.”
Christine and Julie burst out laughing. “You’re the most beautiful bride ever,” Julie managed between giggles, “and I’m not just saying that ’cause you’re my friend.”
“Honest?” Kady turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror stationed by the window.
Christine crossed the room until she stood beside Kady. “Honest.”
Julie and Regan came over as well, and they all stood together like a human bouquet. After a moment Kady said, “Sophie, get your butt over here.”
She took a breath, pasted a smile on her face, and joined the women standing in front of the mirror. Kady wrapped her arms around Sophie’s shoulders and pulled her into the group. Then she sighed. “Those poor boys aren’t going to know what hit them. Let’s take some pictures.”
From there the afternoon became a blur. Pictures. A toast. More pictures. Soon the wedding planner herded them downstairs and ushered them into a waiting limousine for the short trip to the chapel. At the chapel they posed for more pictures, and then someone handed her a bouquet, and before she knew it, she was walking down the aisle on Brock’s arm. He smiled down at her and whispered, “You clean up nice, Miss Sophie.” She managed to say, “Back at you,” without putting a crack in her mask of tranquillity, and concentrated on not rushing the pace.
Colt gave her a loaded look when she reached the altar. She pushed her lips into an I’m fine smile and then feigned interest in the stained-glass windows decorating the far wall of the chapel. She felt the weight of Logan’s stare but refused to meet his eyes.
Just when the urge to give in to the pull of Logan’s gaze threatened to overwhelm her, the organist transitioned into the familiar notes of “Here Comes the Bride,” and she gratefully focused on Kady’s progress down the aisle. Thereafter, she blocked everything else out and locked her attention on Colt and Kady. The ceremony itself flowed over her, until an awkward pause pulled her out of her zone. Colt prompted Logan for the rings.
His startled, “Shit, sorry,” sent a ripple of laughter through the church, and told her she hadn’t been the only one not paying attention to the ceremony. Her traitorous eyes drifted to his flushed face and found him staring at her. Her heart lurched painfully in her chest. She quickly looked away.
“I dos” were exchanged, followed by the big kiss, which Colt and Kady put their all into. Even though she expected the moment and took joy in their happiness, she caught herself blinking back tears. Earlier today, for a few stupid moments, she’d pictured standing in front of a church next to Logan, exchanging vows and promises of forever. Now she flashed forward to a future as crazy old Aunt Sophie, living alone in her tiny walk-up—just her and her ten pet cats.
The strains of “The Wedding March” reached her ears before she could fall too deeply into that endless well of self-pity. Then it was back down the aisle and out the chapel door amid cheers and tossed handfuls of flower petals.
Guests slowly dispersed, boarding shuttles to take them to the reception, and the photographer directed the wedding party to various locations in and around the chapel for pictures. Sophie kept herself lodged between Christine and Regan as much as possible, or Reed, Tyler, and Brock, but at one point, the photographer arranged them so Logan stood behind her, with his arms looped around her waist. He leaned in and whispered, “We need to talk.”
“That’s nice,” the photographer said. “Let’s get one more. Everybody scooch in a little closer.”
She did as instructed, trying to ignore the scent of his cologne. It invaded her senses, despite her best efforts to shut him out completely.
“I want to explain—”
Her pulse quickened at the sound of his voice. How pathetic was she? “I don’t want your explanations.”
The photographer finished the shot and requested that the groomsmen pose with the bride and groom. She used the opportunity to make an escape. Talking to him now was out of the question. The lock on the safe where she’d stuffed all her hurt and anger was much too brittle to withstand the conversation. Besides, she’d overheard everything she needed to know. Any explanations he offered would just make her want to deck him, and while a part of her got perverse satisfaction out of the idea, this wasn’t the time or place for the shy girl to go crazy and throw her very first public scene. What she needed to do was hold herself together until the reception wound down. Then she was out of there.