“How’d you get so lucky? We’re at table fifty-two,” he says, his eyes dancing. I can only assume his joking. No way are there fifty-two tables under this tent.

“Sounds like you won’t get your salad until tomorrow morning,” I say, my expression serious. “That sucks.”

“I know, right? Oh well. You have fun sitting with the fancy people,” Dave says, moving up to the bartender and giving her his order.

I glance around the tent, my gaze scanning the crowded tables. There are a hell of a lot of people here, and I don’t know most of them. Dave is a familiar face. So are the bride and groom, of course, and the rest of the Sullivan family. Besides them and Amelia, I feel like I don’t know a damn soul here.

Once I grab myself a beer and another Tito’s and soda for Amelia, I make my way back to our table, settling her drink beside her before I slip back into my chair.

“That didn’t take very long,” she says, setting her fork on the side of her finished salad plate.

I take a look at my still untouched salad, wondering if I should eat it. I’m not anti-vegetable, but when it’s a bunch of colorful-looking lettuce and stuff, I know some of that shit could taste bitter. Why can’t they give us good ol’ fashioned iceberg for once? “The line wasn’t too bad.”

She sips from her drink while I chug from my beer. I can feel her eyes on me, and I wonder what she sees. What she thinks. Am I just another chump? Or does she find me attractive? I think she’s hot. There’s something about her…she’s so perfect. I want to grab hold of her and mess her up. Run my hands through her hair. Run my hands over her clothes—

“You’re not going to eat your salad?” she asks, her sweet voice pulling me from my thoughts.

Eager to impress her, I set my beer down, grab a fork and start eating. It tastes pretty much like nothing so I just plow through it, growing hungrier with every forkful I shove into my mouth. With a few bites, I’m finished, dropping my fork onto the empty plate with a faint clatter.

“Do you always do what you’re told?” she asks, amusement lacing her voice.

I glance over at her to find she’s watching me, her lips curved into a barely there smile. “I aim to please,” I drawl with the quickest wink.

Her cheeks turn pink and she looks away. Damn, she’s cute. The innuendo is strong between us tonight. I’ve had friends who’ve hooked up with chicks at weddings before, but I’ve never done it myself.

I think tonight has the potential for a major hookup. If I can get Amelia completely on board.

Is she the hookup type? I’m going to guess probably not. Will that deter me?

Not really.

Hey, the worst she can say is no.

Salad plates are soon cleared and entrees are next to be brought out. We even got a choice on our invitations, and when I heard steak was on the menu, I chose the beef option. The thick-cut steak on my plate looks juicy, and my stomach starts growling the moment it’s set in front of me. There’s steamed vegetables and fancy potatoes on the dish as well, and I reach for my silverware, ready to dig in when Amelia makes a comment.