should try these. That would help you make your decision.” He chewed before talking with his mouth full once more. “Or have you already chosen a caterer, too. Doesn’t Haley get any say in this wedding?”
His brother bristled. “Of course she does. I just don’t know if we should leave such an important day up to someone with so little experience.”
Haley looked up at him. “Sam, you gave me a chance. I didn’t have any experience and you put me in charge of an entire ad campaign all by myself. You weren’t even around to help me.”
“I knew you could do it. I had faith in you. I always believed in you.” He frowned down at her while stroking her curls.
“As strongly as Adam has argued this, I am guessing he believes in Cammie.” She stepped closer to Sam, wrapped her arms around his waist and dropped her head on his chest. “It’s just a wedding. What could possibly go so horribly wrong?”
“Seriously?” He scowled at her. “Let me tell you what I’ve seen, having been to my share of society weddings. She could make too little food, the food could be inedible, the cake could be dry, or not make it in traveling. She could prepare something badly and all our guests could get food poisoning…” he prepared to go on, but Adam interrupted.
“When did you ever get food poisoning at a wedding? That’s ridiculous. You have to be making that up.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Nope. The VanGuard-Wagner wedding almost three years ago.” He reached over and grabbed a cookie.
“Well, that wedding never should have happened. The very relationship was an unmitigated disaster. The food poisoning was just the cherry on top.” He laughed. “They met at a funeral. Who finds love in a funeral home?”
“Sam,” Haley interrupted. “We could at least interview her. We could give her a chance to prove herself. She has done an amazing job with Thanksgiving and tomorrow she’s in charge of the cocktail party.” She smiled at him and hugged him. “Just give her a chance.”
Shaking his head, Sam smiled down at her. “I hope I don’t come to regret this.” He looked over at Adam. “Let’s see how tomorrow goes. I won’t rule it out.”
When he went in to wake her up half an hour later, he was still smiling. Cammie was asleep on the bottom bunk, and it was all he could do to resist joining her. Though he had purposely never spent the night with a woman, he would make an exception for her. He knelt beside the bed and studied her. Her hair was drawn back in a pony tail. Reaching over, he wrapped the mass of blond waves in his hand and felt it. He gave a gentle tug. She moved her head slightly, barely stirred. Finally he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Sam is going to interview you. You are going to end up catering the wedding.”
Her amazing eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to wake up. Rubbing a finger along her lip, he smiled as her tongue darted out to taste him. “Wake up, doll.” He murmured. “Wake up and get ready for the tree lighting.”
“I’m catering the wedding?” She asked in a sleepy voice. Then she rolled towards him and her eyes flew open. A second later she shot up to a sitting position. “You spoke to your brother without me? Why couldn’t you let me do that? Now it looks like I’m too shy to speak for myself. Thanks for that.”
Sighing Adam looked her over. “I should have known that I could never do anything to please you. My apologies.” Frowning, he stood and left the room.
Cammie sat there a moment. Why did she always do that? He was being perfectly nice. He had never been anything but nice to her. Okay, maybe he had been a little flirty, but certainly not disrespectful, and the bustier was bound to give him the wrong idea.
She stood up and stretched. She was just about over her anger when she noticed a piece of paper sticking partway out of the top drawer. She vaguely remembered seeing him shove it in there earlier. Oh, the inner conflict. On the one hand, if he wanted her to look at it, he would have shown it to her. On the other hand, if he hadn’t wanted her to see it, he should have hidden it better. She pulled open the drawer to peek.