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with a grin. “So, he’s probably looking for a hook-up.”
    “Be my guest.” I gesture toward the door. Kim’s around my age, studies at catering college and works here part-time. She looks older than me though, one of those girls who’s spent a lot of time studying make-up artistry videos on YouTube. I’m a mascara and lipstick girl. Although, when I’m here, I have to trowel it on a bit thicker to reach Gemma’s standards of grooming.
    “Avery! You know I have a boyfriend!”
    “Fine, but he can forget trying it on with me.” I take the plates of carved beef and push through the double-doors with my backside. With each step closer to the table, my skin heats an extra degree. I grip the plates, my earlier nervousness about serving Blue Phoenix now multiplied by a thousand after ‘Soupgate’.
    Without making eye contact, I place the plates on the table in front of Bryn and the guy next to him. The guy next to him? Huh, try Dylan ‘smoking hot and I wouldn’t need asking twice thank you very much’ Morgan. The blonde-haired girl he’s with is used to reading my kind of reaction to Dylan and arches a brow at me. But Dylan’s not the only attractive guy here; there’s enough testosterone at this table they could bottle it and sell to people who need to get laid.
    As this thought crosses my mind, I meet Bryn’s eyes. Standing closer than I’d prefer, my nerves about being around him are confused. Is this anxiety or attraction? Sometimes it’s hard to tell.
    Great.
    “Thanks,” he says, “looking good.”
    “Pardon?” I can’t believe I was just thinking about people getting laid.
    “The food. Looks good, cariad.”
    “Oh. Right.”
    Then Bryn winks at me, followed immediately by a shout of pain and a dirty look at the blonde-haired girl with Dylan. “What the hell did you kick me for?”
    “Leave her alone, Bryn. She’s having a bad night,” she says.
    “I’m only being friendly!”
    “Don’t stress,” says Dylan. “Bryn isn’t one for picking up random chicks.” His words are also followed by a scowl at his girlfriend as she smacks the back of his hand. “What?”
    “Chicks!” she hisses.
    “Jesus, Sky. Random girls… ”
    I don’t care what he calls me; Dylan Morgan just bloody spoke to me. I make a noise somewhere between a mumble and a giggle, a sound akin to an injured woodland creature then back away. Bryn’s gaze is fixed on mine; and whatever Dylan says, I recognise that look. The slow smile Bryn gives cements my certainty that he loves my reaction to him. 
     
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    BRYN
     
    Avery carefully weaves her way through the tables toward the kitchen; her shapely ass, squeezed into the conservative length black skirt, centre of my attention.
    What about her as tonight’s girl? I've watched the chick since the soup incident and the glances we've exchanged indicate I wouldn't be wasting my time if I did turn my attention to this chick. My options are limited, few other guests at the wedding are alone, and most are too old or too young for me.
    I'm staying here tonight and if I have my way, she can stay with me.
    “Tongue away, Bryn,” says Sky and I blink in her direction. “Stop leering at the waitresses.”
    “I'm only leering at one.”
    “Hmm.” She fixes me with a sour look.
    I turn to Dylan. “Dylan, sometimes your fiancée forgets she's chosen a lifestyle with rock stars, and that involves our occasional leering at women.”
    “I think Sky's teasing you, mate,” he replies.
    Sky gives me a sweet smile. “Leer at who you want.”
    “I intend to,” I say gruffly and stab at the asparagus on my plate.
    Sky closes her hand around mine. “Are you okay?”
    “Fine.”
    “It's just… you didn't bring anybody.”
    I drag my hand away. “And?” I snap.
    “Whoa. Okay.” Sky glances at Dylan.
    “I came to this wedding alone by choice.”
    “Yeah, and judging by his eyeing up of the waitress, he has reasons,” says Jem. “Gonna get laid, Bryn?”
    Sky