weren’t together anymore. Still… A giggle burst from her throat as a list of naughty tidbits ran through her mind. She could definitely prepare for that.
Chapter Two
Had Keegan known how his sister, parents, friends, and the rest of the bridal party would react, maybe he’d have kept his mouth shut and not attempted to fire Liz. It didn’t help that Caro turned on the waterworks.
“I guess your ploy at getting the caterer’s attention backfired,” his future brother-in-law, David, said, handing him a glass of amber liquid on the rocks.
Keegan stared at the glass and then at the man behind the wet bar. David was the perfect man for his sister. Intelligent, rich, good-looking, well-connected, yet there seemed to be something missing from the man. Keegan sipped the Scotch, relishing the burn and slightly fruity aftertaste.
“Dad broke out the good stuff?”
“This is what we asked the caterer to stock. We had to special order it from a shop in New York.” David sampled his own glass. “Worth every penny, don’t you think?”
“Indeed.”
“And they found a great Premier Cru Supérieur to go with tonight’s meal. Do you know if the caterer was able to accommodate the food request?”
“Of course they were.” Caroline smiled brightly as she threaded her hand through the crook of David’s arm. “I think they’re preparing a duck breast to go along with the meal.”
“Sounds like the evening is saved,” Keegan said.
His sister glared at him. “No thanks to you.”
Keegan inclined his head. “Well, that’s my cue to leave.” There had to be somewhere in the house he could go where he wouldn’t get in any trouble. He glanced at his watch. The rehearsal would start in about twenty minutes. The kitchen would be alive with activity, and Liz would be there.
He shouldn’t have gone in that direction, but he couldn’t resist. He wandered down the hallway, pushed through one of the swinging doors, and leaned against one wall out of the way.
Keegan hadn’t stopped thinking about Liz since she walked out of his life all those months ago. That was the biggest mistake he’d made, not going after her. No matter how often he was on the road, she had always been there when he came home. A month before the last season ended, she wasn’t.
The pain of her absence only intensified when a knee injury sidelined his career for good. With all the glam and glitz that had surrounded his life, none of his so-called friends had remained while he recovered. Liz would’ve been there if he hadn’t been such an ass. He had the perfect woman in his life, and he let her walk away because of his own arrogance and stupidity. He wouldn’t make that same mistake twice.
He searched among the steam and noise for a pink bandanna. With so many people bustling through the kitchen, it was hard to find one caramel-skinned woman. If he walked further into the room, he was sure to find her, but he would also run the risk of her wrath. The thought of provoking her again had possibilities. Anything just to watch her eyes snap with fire and her pretty mouth twist into a pout. Now he just wanted her to know he was waiting for another opportunity to catch her alone.
A heavy sigh on his left grabbed his attention. Sudden mirth twitched at the corners of his mouth. He turned to stare into light-brown eyes and grinned. How he would love to kiss those luscious, frowning lips again.
“What do you want now?”
Her face was a little flushed. Annoyance flickered over her features, but she was still quite beautiful. Did she still look the same without the head covering? Was her hair as soft as he remembered? He yearned to yank the material from her hair and free the riot of curls tucked beneath the fabric.
“Doesn’t matter. Just stay out the way.” She moved past him and he grabbed her wrist.
“When will you be free?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Don’t you have horny bridesmaids to hit on?”
He shrugged. “I find