He’d have to work on that.

After photos, they headed downtown to the Hyatt for the reception. Since they’d checked in to the hotel earlier in the afternoon, their car was parked there and they all got to take the limo to the hotel. Ty and Jenna still had photos with all the parents, then they’d come over in their limo. In the meantime, the bridal party was finished, so they were headed over to the reception.

“Glad to be done with all those photos. It was like being at a game. Only with fewer interviews.” Cole cracked open a bottle of champagne.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Savannah said.

“That’s because you’re beautiful and you should have your photo taken every day.” Cole kissed her cheek and handed her a glass.

He started pouring champagne into glasses and handing them around the limo. Mick handed Liz a glass, but she passed it on to Gavin.

“Not drinking?” he asked.

“I’m pacing myself. It’s going to be a long night.”

“And she doesn’t want to end up naked table-dancing too early,” Gavin said.

Mick laughed. “I’ll keep my camera phone ready for that.”

Tara nudged him. “You will not. And no one will be naked table-dancing.”

“Are you sure about that?” Savannah asked. “You can’t vet everyone on the guest list.”

Tara sighed. “So true. Let’s hope no one dances on the tables tonight.”

“You’re no fun,” Mick said.

“My date is stripper,” Ty’s friend Victor said. “She could dance naked on tables.”

Everyone looked at him. Victor laughed. “Just joking. She is kindergarten teacher.”

“I’m telling Felicia you called her a stripper,” Eddie said.

“You do that and I’ll shove hockey stick up your ass. Also, will tell your date that you’re seeing another waitress.”

Victor and Eddie glared at each other.

Gavin snorted. “I really like these guys.”

It was going to be an interesting night.

The Hyatt was decorated beautifully. The lighting had been set perfectly, the tables were elegant, and the views of the St. Louis Arch were stunning.

“Jenna’s going to love this,” Liz said to Tara. “You did such a wonderful job arranging everything.”

Tara smiled. “Thank you. I hope she’s happy with it.”

They found their places at the head table and took their seats. Liz was happy to sit down. She blew out a breath and tried to quell the queasiness that hadn’t quite gone away yet.

“Would you like something to drink?” Gavin asked.

Her savior. “How about a club soda?”

He frowned. “Still not feeling good?”

“There’s a flu that’s been going around. I’m hoping like hell I haven’t caught it. This couldn’t be a worst time.”

He rubbed her back. “I’ll go get that club soda for you.”

She would not ruin Jenna’s wedding day by being ill. Fortunately, her part was mostly done, photo-wise, but she didn’t want to miss Jenna and Ty’s special day.

Gavin brought her club soda and she took a sip. “Thanks. This will help.”