Chapter Eleven
Liam
Day of the wedding
“The florist isn’t here,” Savannah says to us when Denver and I climb out of the car.
It’d be a lot easier to act indifferent to her if she didn’t look so goddamn hot. She has one shoulder bare and her hair is pulled up off her neck into some hairstyle that I really don’t care about. What I do care about is the curve of her neck and how much my mouth would enjoy tasting her there.
“Did you go to the shop? It’s like thirty feet away,” Denver says.
“No Denver, I didn’t. I run a huge company, but the idea that I should swing by her shop didn’t cross my mind.”
“Where’s the bride?” I ask. We don’t have time for these two to bicker if we’re going to fix this problem.
“She’s with the other bridesmaids. Dana is keeping her distracted,” Savannah says.
