“What’s that?”
He leaned forward before clearing his throat. “The groom’s brother has put back more shots of whiskey than I would have thought humanly possible. I’ve never had to cut someone off at a wedding before it actually started.”
I glanced over to see Jamison Whitacre harassing one of the bridesmaids, and she didn’t look happy about it.
“The freaking Whitacre family is a giant pain in my ass already. I’m about done with them. Okay, if he dares to come over to you the rest of the night, you pour a Coke in the glass and tell him it’s whiskey. I’ll get some coffee into his system, and if he can’t pull himself together, we’ll lock him in one of the guest rooms upstairs.” I chuckled.
“I expect nothing less from you, Vi,” Benji said with a smile.
I spoke to Jacoby, the groom, just to make sure he was aware that his brother was no longer going to be served alcohol. Blakely brought in a pot of coffee, and I sat Jamison on the couch in the men’s parlor and told him that he had to drink two full cups of coffee, or he wouldn’t be attending the wedding.
“You’re not the boss of me,” he slurred, and there was nothing worse than a sloppy drunk who was supposed to be the best man at a wedding.
“Oh, you’re very wrong about that, my friend. Today is about your brother and his beautiful bride. And I won’t hesitate to lock you in a room if you don’t straighten up now. Drink this coffee. You’ve got a best man speech to give tonight, and I’m sure you don’t want to make any more of a fool of yourself than you already have.”
His eyes widened, and he didn’t argue.
My job was to keep our clients happy, and Jacoby’s brother was not my client.
And I think he got the message loud and clear, because he didn’t say another word for the next thirty minutes.
It was just another day at the office for me.
Chapter Six
Charlie
I washed my hands in the sink and packed up my supplies. I’d dropped Harper off at her best friend Lily’s house earlier, and I was looking forward to a few hours to relax alone, because it didn’t happen often.
But here I was dealing with the aftermath of a dude who’d binged on chili dogs.
And why does the entire house smell like a Christmas tree now?
I was drying off my hands just as Violet came around the corner.
Blond waves fell around her shoulders, and I tried not to stare at the way her white sweater outlined her perfect tits like pieces of art. Or the way her jeans hugged her cute little ass.
Or the way she continued to light up every room she entered.
Even the shitter.
Damn. I needed to get laid.
It had been a while.
Dating wasn’t easy, considering I was balancing a busy work schedule with raising my little girl. But I had a few women I occasionally got together with.
They knew I didn’t have much to offer outside a good time every now and then, and they were fine with it.
“All fixed,” I said, pulling the strap of my duffel bag over my shoulder.
Violet glanced around the bathroom and gaped at me. “You didn’t need to clean up the mess. I was going to come in and do that.”
“It’s fine. Better I end up covered in shit than you. You’ve got a wedding to pull off tonight.”
“Why are you being so nice to me? Are you up to something?” Her voice was laced with humor. “You got a hot date tonight, Charles?”
“Nope. I just can’t wait to see you tie hundreds of pink balloons and pay me back. I’ll see you later.”
