“Keiran!” She planted a quick kiss on his cheek, mouth spread wide in a toothy grin. “Did I thank you guys for coming? I can’t even remember.”

“Well, it’s been a busy day, so no worries,” he assured her. The invite had been thanks enough. A good way to get his mind off of Cherisse and the kiss, but that had backfired. Being at this wedding dredged up all sorts of feelings. He’d spied an elaborate cupcake tower when they’d entered the venue, and his thoughts had gone right to Cherisse.

“Boy, you tellin’ me! I’m glad the stress part is over, and I can have some fun!”

“You look like you’re having a time.”

She really did. She was radiant in that dress, cheeks flushed from either her blush or happiness or both. Sierra made a stunning bride, hair in loose curls around her face, brown eyes shining every time she glanced over at her husband.

“Oh, I am, and I have so many people to thank for that. Especially a certain life-saver.” Her eyes searched the crowd. “She’s around somewhere. I called in a cake emergency, and she delivered.” She looked back at him. “I think you two even know each other?”

Keiran stiffened. No. No damn way. The universe wouldn’t be this cruel. But of course, it was. A group of people parted at just that moment, giving Keiran a clear line of sight to the cake table.

She was wearing an orange dress that molded to her curves, hair pulled back in a ponytail, the curled ends bouncing as she nodded along to the music echoing through the venue.

“Oh, there she is!” Sierra went on, waving in Cherisse’s direction as if his entire world wasn’t being upended by Cherisse in that dress. “My cake person had to cancel last minute. Chickenpox, of all things! I remembered Cherisse because Sean was coming, and...wait. Shit.”

That snapped Keiran out of allowing his gaze to trace the outline of Cherisse’s hips in that dress. “Sean. As in, Sean Daley. As in...”

“Her ex. Oh damn. I didn’t think about that.” Sierra was hastily looking around. “I didn’t even consider them bumping into each other. I was in crisis mode, and his name jolted me to remember her, and she was so sweet to do this rush job for me that I told her she could bring a plus-one too, in case she felt uncomfortable being here alone. But she came alone.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

Keiran wasn’t sure of that at all. He had no doubt shit would go down if Sean and Cherisse ran into each other, especially if Sean mentioned that he was working with Keiran. They were keeping that under wraps from everyone, including the press for now, so Keiran felt a smidge less guilty for not telling Cherisse. Getting the album going was a slow process because Sean worked on his own time, but Keiran had been working towards getting at least a teaser sample of the track out there to create some buzz.