Chapter 5

Not seven minutes later, the redhead came up to me, handed me a flute of champagne, and asked, “How do I know you, guy? I’ve seen you before, but can’t put a finger on it.”

My heart thumped within my chest and perspiration started to form in puddles underneath my arms. My nerves were always getting the best of me, not that I had a choice in the matter. It was nice to know that the handsome red took a minute out of his affair to find me, make eye contact me, and ask me his question. He caused electric bolts of desire to shift through my limbs, and I became at a loss for words. How unfortunate it was to have him make an appearance and I became speechless, similar to a village idiot. Damn.

“I think I’ve seen you at the last four weddings I’ve attended,” he said, still presenting the flute of golden champagne to me.