Page 86 of Cash

"Mom, we need you for a photo," called Ellie.

"If you'll excuse me," she said as she turned and left.

Cash went over and moved the table and made sure to turn it so the tulle or whatever the fuck it was still showing.

"That fucking shit it everywhere," he heard a familiar voice say.

He turned and beamed at Evie. "You weren't kidding about that dress."

"Shut it, Hawthorn. I’m only in this monstrosity for my sister," she said, fluffing her pink tulle skirt.

"I think you look beautiful."

"And you, sir, clean up very nicely," she said as she straightened his already straight lapels.

He cocked his eyebrows and said in a low gravelly voice, only loud enough for her to hear, "I like it when you call me sir."

She playfully glared at him, and it was fucking everything. He bent and gave her a small kiss. He wanted to do so much more, but he wouldn't muss her up too much before the ceremony.

Everything was going well. Pictures were done. The guests had arrived, and Cash was seated waiting to watch his girl walk down the aisle. Then he saw a last-minute guest sneak in and sit near the back. Bryan. Evie wasn’t going to be happy about this, but it was okay. He would make sure not to let him near her. He wouldn’t make Evie feel uncomfortable, and he sure as fuck wasn't going to try and kiss her again.

Before he could think too much about it the music starts, and the ceremony began. The ceremony was fine, he was almost sure of it, but he was much too busy looking at Evie to actually know. He just couldn't help but smile at her in that dress. It wasn't her style at all, and he loved that he knew her well enough to know she would never be caught dead in that color or that dress.

He was waiting for her during cocktail hour with a glass of white wine. He finally found her and made his way over.

He offered her the wine and she looked up at him and slightly bit her lip. He couldn't help himself. He bent his head and tasted that very lip.

"Hi," she said breathlessly when he pulled away.

"Hi. So, what's the seating situation for the next part? Are you at a head table or some bull shit like that?"

"Nope. I'll be right next to your sorry ass," she said grinning up at him.

"Did you see who's here?" As much as he didn't want to ruin this moment, it was better coming from him.

Her smile fell flat quickly. "He is not."

"He is," he nodded and did a quick scan of the room for him, not seeing him right now.

"My mother is unbelievable. I'm so sorry she did this."

"You don't need to apologize to me. You didn't do anything wrong," he said as he rubbed her arm and tried to ignore the sparks he felt in the simple gesture. Even in this ridiculous pink cloud she was still a fucking smoke show.

Ellie came and got Evie. "Can I borrow her for a minute?" she said, whisking her away.

"Can you believe all of this?" he turned to see Evie's father.

"It is a very nice wedding."

"It better be. If you ever marry my daughter, you should elope. Don't tell her mother I told you that but trust me."

"I'll keep that in mind, sir," he said with a chuckle.

"Let's go find seats. And if you're going to be dating my daughter, I might need to look into getting a box for your games."

"That would be amazing."

He followed Evie's father to the table they would be sitting at. This was more comfortable than the golf outing, but maybe the golf outing had only been so bad because of Bryan, who seemed to be avoiding Cash this time. But sadly, that didn't last long.

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