Lanie moved closer as they walked away. “Are you really going to wait to go to the ER?”
“I don’t know yet,” he said, watching her in amusement. She was acting guilty as hell. “Are you going for drinks?”
She looked up into his eyes. “Yeah, I am.” A grin lit up her face. “But not with you. It’s a work thing.”
“On a Saturday night?”
“No rest for the wicked,” she murmured as she gently swiped his skin.
A warm feeling spread throughout his body. This woman intrigued him more than she should. He was suddenly looking forward to all of Britt’s wedding craziness.
“How much did you have to drink?” he asked with a grin.
“Who said I’ve been drinking?”
He chuckled. “Your entrance and your breath.”
She rolled her eyes. “So I had some wine before I came, but in my defense, how was I supposed to face Celesta sober?”
She was lying. It was obvious the two women hadn’t known each other. Maybe being here made her just as anxious as it made him.
He laughed. “Bring me some next time. You owe me after this.” He pointed toward his forehead.
She cocked an eyebrow. “You think there’s going to be a next time?”
“I know for a fact there’s a next time. Tomorrow night at Loose Park, the time to be determined. And whatever other places Britt chooses for her crazy photos. We’re stuck together until this wedding is over.” His grin spread. “How do I know more about this wedding than you do?”
Guilt washed over her face again, then her grin was back. “I can always call Celesta back over. I’m sure she can be very entertaining if you’re adventurous.”
He was about to ask her what she was talking about when he heard a loud whistle come from the group.
“Hey,” Randy shouted. “Are you two going to keep flirting for the rest of the night or are you going to join us for photos? You can flirt over here, you know.”
Tyler looked behind him and realized the entire wedding party was watching them with intense interest.
“We’re not flirting!” Lanie replied as a deep red blush stained her cheeks. “I’m making sure he’s presentable for photos.”
The snickers from the group suggested no one believed her.
“You can’t act like you’re interested in me,” she said, sounding desperate.
“Who says I’m interested in you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Remember the shower? Britt’s meddling matchmaking? If Britt finds out, she’ll pull out the big guns to get us together.”
While Tyler wasn’t sure how disastrous that would be, Lanie obviously knew better. “So how am I supposed to play this? Ambivalent? Disgusted? Outraged over the maiming?”
“Take your pick, and I’ll follow your lead.” But as soon as she uttered the words, he could see she regretted them.
This was going to more fun than he’d expected.