She pocketed her phone and opened the door. Keiran was on the other side because her life was basically a joke now. “Good to know you didn’t fall in.” His chin jerked at the toilet, and Cherisse felt her face get hot.

“Fuck off.” Cherisse stepped out, closing the door behind her. Most men were put off by her potty mouth. Not Keiran, apparently, because it only stretched his grin wider.

“Bye-bye, truce.”

She was an adult and refused to get pissed off enough to lose her cool. Not today, Mr. King. “We’re going to keep going. Get this party planned. Not kill each other, and definitely no more kissing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, your cousin’s waiting.”

“You’re not interested in Jerome, so why bother?”

The nerve of this man. “He’s good-looking, funny, and a pediatrician.” She waved three fingers in his face. “Sounds interesting to me.”

“I’m at least two of those things.”

Cherisse rolled her eyes. “You’re not even in the running. Not even a consideration. So, bye.” She walked around him, heading back outside, draping her Sugar Queen cool around her.

“Everything okay?” Jerome asked.

It would be. She needed Keiran back where he belonged, as the guy she tolerated for this wedding, nothing more. The shower planning had forced them together, but there wasn’t anything that said they had to be friends. Being friendly had made working together easier, which was already throwing things out of order. Adding kissing to the mix had tipped the scales so far over, shit was spilling out everywhere. She had to fix that. She didn’t need this added complication in her life.

She mustered up a classic Sugar Queen smile. “Yes, all good.”

Chapter 17

Keiran

WEDDINGS WERE USUALLY fun. Free food, drinks, and enough going on that he didn’t have to be a scintillating conversationalist. With Dale next to him charming everyone they met, Keiran didn’t have to worry about making small talk. Except, Dale had abandoned him to go socialize.

They’d both been invited as a thank you for working on the bride’s album, and it wasn’t like Keiran didn’t know anyone here. He just preferred to get lost in the crowd. A lot of heavy hitters in the music industry were in attendance. Sierra Gale was one of the big-name Trini soca artistes, and she was marrying another major player in the industry, Ricky Simons, a music exec, so the reception was overflowing with the who’s who of the local music scene. Keiran had even spied a few regional and foreign artists mingling. But Dale was the god of small talk. Keiran always hung back.

The sit-down dinner portion of the evening was long over, and the vibe had switched over to party mode. Most people were either getting down on the dance floor or schmoozing. Keiran spied Sierra making her way over to him, the long train of her wedding dress trailing behind her. Moments before, she’d been grinding on her new hubby. He had no idea how she’d managed that in her dress.