golden-blonde ringlets. A moment later, a set of broad shoulders filled her vision, but he turned before she could catch a glimpse of his face.
“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s the day before your wedding,” Christian said.
“I love David, but I’m in love with you. I’d rather walk down the aisle looking at you than spend the rest of my life running behind his back to meet you.”
Liz clamped a hand over her mouth to hold in her gasp. Was Caroline’s tryst with Christian the reason for all the recent menu changes? More twigs snapped as zippers slid and straps popped. She crouched behind the tree, hoping they hadn’t seen her.
“Then let’s tell him together.”
She waited until their footsteps faded before she rose to her feet. Before she could fully leave her hiding spot, a pretty brunette approached the couple.
Fascinated, Liz watched the women link arms and walk a short distance away. For a moment, their voices rose and then lowered. The brunette turned away, her face red. Caroline shook her head and glanced toward Christian, then at a point past his shoulder.
Curious, Liz stepped from the shelter of the tree and saw the groom. Now this was an interesting turn of events. She didn’t have time to watch the drama any longer, but she also didn’t want to be seen.
Liz waited until they were gone and then hurried up the paved stone walk toward the main house. Regardless of what happened, she still had a wedding to cater.
As she neared the back door, shouted curses, yelling, and banging pots reached her ears. Liz raced up the walk, flung open the door, and skidded to a halt. Two bodies were engaged in a fist fight in the middle of the kitchen. Her staff rushed back and forth, trying to separate the two combatants, but that only led to silver hotel pans crashing to the floor or foodstuffs careening onto walls or people.
“I told you not to tell her,” David yelled.
Keegan dodged David’s fist as it whizzed by his nose and then Keegan sucker punched David in the stomach. David double over but recovered enough to grab the tail of Keegan’s shirt. The two grappled, banging into the stainless-steel prep tables. Each step brought them closer to the unfinished wedding cake waiting on the end.
The clanging and grunts spurred Liz from her initial shock as she realized the cake was in danger.
“Stop!”
No one heeded her frantic order. She rushed forward only to slip in a puddle of slick liquid. She stutter-stepped and windmilled her arms to maintain her balance, but it was too late. She hit the floor hard enough to rattle the fillings in her teeth. Blood, metallic and coppery, exploded in her mouth as she bit her tongue.
She looked on in horror as the men bounced from counter to tables in some weird game of human bumper cars. Keegan managed to break free of David. The man stumbled back, ripped polo shirt in hand.
“I told you, I didn’t tell her. Haven’t even seen her to tell her.”
“Liar!” David charged Keegan, and the two went careening into the table with the cake.
“No!” Liz wailed. The tiers wobbled dangerously, sliding forward. She held her breath, transfixed, praying that the confection wouldn’t fall. She gained her knees as they bumped the table again. The cake teetered on the edge.
Keegan shoved David aside and the table with the cake was between them. Keegan grabbed the cake, moving it back on the table. David rushed him again. Keegan shoved the cake at David.
A collective gasp whipped through the kitchen as David and the cake crashed to the floor. Liz met Keegan’s hazel stare. If she wasn’t mistaken, remorse shadowed his irises. He opened his mouth to speak, and she shook her head.
Someone helped her to stand. She was aware of the crowd that had gathered, but she didn’t care. “It’s bad enough I’ve had to put up with your complaints and such but to start a fight in the kitchen.” She limped forward.
“I didn’t start this fight,” Keegan snapped. “I
“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s the day before your wedding,” Christian said.
“I love David, but I’m in love with you. I’d rather walk down the aisle looking at you than spend the rest of my life running behind his back to meet you.”
Liz clamped a hand over her mouth to hold in her gasp. Was Caroline’s tryst with Christian the reason for all the recent menu changes? More twigs snapped as zippers slid and straps popped. She crouched behind the tree, hoping they hadn’t seen her.
“Then let’s tell him together.”
She waited until their footsteps faded before she rose to her feet. Before she could fully leave her hiding spot, a pretty brunette approached the couple.
Fascinated, Liz watched the women link arms and walk a short distance away. For a moment, their voices rose and then lowered. The brunette turned away, her face red. Caroline shook her head and glanced toward Christian, then at a point past his shoulder.
Curious, Liz stepped from the shelter of the tree and saw the groom. Now this was an interesting turn of events. She didn’t have time to watch the drama any longer, but she also didn’t want to be seen.
Liz waited until they were gone and then hurried up the paved stone walk toward the main house. Regardless of what happened, she still had a wedding to cater.
As she neared the back door, shouted curses, yelling, and banging pots reached her ears. Liz raced up the walk, flung open the door, and skidded to a halt. Two bodies were engaged in a fist fight in the middle of the kitchen. Her staff rushed back and forth, trying to separate the two combatants, but that only led to silver hotel pans crashing to the floor or foodstuffs careening onto walls or people.
“I told you not to tell her,” David yelled.
Keegan dodged David’s fist as it whizzed by his nose and then Keegan sucker punched David in the stomach. David double over but recovered enough to grab the tail of Keegan’s shirt. The two grappled, banging into the stainless-steel prep tables. Each step brought them closer to the unfinished wedding cake waiting on the end.
The clanging and grunts spurred Liz from her initial shock as she realized the cake was in danger.
“Stop!”
No one heeded her frantic order. She rushed forward only to slip in a puddle of slick liquid. She stutter-stepped and windmilled her arms to maintain her balance, but it was too late. She hit the floor hard enough to rattle the fillings in her teeth. Blood, metallic and coppery, exploded in her mouth as she bit her tongue.
She looked on in horror as the men bounced from counter to tables in some weird game of human bumper cars. Keegan managed to break free of David. The man stumbled back, ripped polo shirt in hand.
“I told you, I didn’t tell her. Haven’t even seen her to tell her.”
“Liar!” David charged Keegan, and the two went careening into the table with the cake.
“No!” Liz wailed. The tiers wobbled dangerously, sliding forward. She held her breath, transfixed, praying that the confection wouldn’t fall. She gained her knees as they bumped the table again. The cake teetered on the edge.
Keegan shoved David aside and the table with the cake was between them. Keegan grabbed the cake, moving it back on the table. David rushed him again. Keegan shoved the cake at David.
A collective gasp whipped through the kitchen as David and the cake crashed to the floor. Liz met Keegan’s hazel stare. If she wasn’t mistaken, remorse shadowed his irises. He opened his mouth to speak, and she shook her head.
Someone helped her to stand. She was aware of the crowd that had gathered, but she didn’t care. “It’s bad enough I’ve had to put up with your complaints and such but to start a fight in the kitchen.” She limped forward.
“I didn’t start this fight,” Keegan snapped. “I
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