“Mr. Farrow?” a middle-aged woman with a silver sharp-edged bob asks.
I nod while trying to hide a laugh as Heston huffs and holds his arms out on either side of him to be measured.
“Over here, please.”
I follow the woman through a clutter of flowers and ribbon. We stop by the dining room table, and she turns toward me to size me up.
“Hmm. You have a cool undertone. This won’t do,” she mumbles while tapping on her tablet.
A pair of giggles come from the kitchen and I slowly turn my head to see Blythe and Savannah sitting on top of the counter, each holding a glass of wine. Their feet dangle playfully, swinging back and forth and they’re covering the fit of laughter with their hands over their mouths.
My eyes narrow, but I smirk. Of course, they didn’t warn me about this and planned the ambush perfectly.
“We’re going to need a different color for the best man’s corsage so that it doesn’t clash with his complexion. Thecornflower blue with a smidge of cream, maybe. Are you okay with that darling?” The woman who is standing in front of me asks.
Her question is directed toward Blythe who looks at me for a moment, then leans back on her hands and nods with a smile.
Me?
Gage has a brother that I’ve met once before. They aren’t close, I don’t think. I figured he’d probably come to the wedding though and aren’t brothers usually the best man?
Women tend to overthink this kind of stuff, but I haven’t really given it much thought. Gage is my best friend even if I’m sitting in the crowd when he ties the knot with my sister.
Right on cue, Gage and Tripp walk down the hallway and into the main area of chaos, each wearing a suit. Gage pulls at the collar of his shirt but Tripp struts like he runs a billion-dollar company.
“Oh dear,” the silver-haired woman gasps. “Oh no no no. These are much too tight in the shoulders for you. And you,” she looks to Tripp, “button up your shirt so I can put a few pins in.”
I laugh and catch Savannah hopping off the counter to grab a beer from the fridge out of the corner of my eye. She pops the top and walks toward me, eyeing me from head to toe.
“You’re going to be hot in a suit,” she says in a sultry voice that’s smooth as honey and makes my pants feel tighter than they are.
I take the beer that she offers but set it on the table instead of taking a drink. Grabbing her hand and whirling her into my arms, I lean down and leave an open-mouthed kiss on the side of her neck. Her hands squeeze my biceps, and she lets out a breathy laugh.
I recognize Savvy’s ringtone as her phone buzzes across the kitchen island counter. With a hand on my chest, she gentlypulls away and skips over to it. Her face lights up when she reads the caller ID.
“Hey!” she says as she answers the phone. I wonder who it could be calling her after work hours, but I don’t have much time to think it over as two people show up on either side of me and lift my arms to run a tape measure from my hands to my shoulders.
“Oh, of course! I’ll text you the code.”
Savannah brings her phone away from her ear and types on her screen.
“Who’s at the gate?” Gage asks, no doubt getting a notification on his phone that someone is here.
“It’s Mesa. She’s trying on Keanna’s dress since they’re the same size, remember?” Blythe answers.
Keanna is Blythe’s best friend. She’s a resident in Baltimore and I think I remember Savannah mentioning that she wasn’t going to be able to make it down here until the week of the wedding.
Gage nods, recognizing Mesa’s name. Blythe saunters off to the other side of the room where a few long silky dresses hang on a rack.
Not a minute later, a loud series of knocks echo through the bunkhouse. Savannah takes off toward the door, opening it with a smile.
“You don’t have to knock, silly.”
“Well, I didn’t want to get shot at.”
I cock an eyebrow and tilt my head. “Fair enough.”
“Come on in,” Savannah says as she grabs Mesa’s hand. “I’m so glad you could come because B is spiraling about her friend’s dress fitting.”