“I’m Joseph and also your friendly neighborhood serving wench better known as juggling two jobs—make that three—because I’m financially challenged.” Sounded better than butt-ugly broke. “Rebecca-the-wedding-planner hired me to help with a rehearsal dinner, and I sure didn’t suspect it was yours because you’re not supposed to be here and you’re not getting married and what’s with the uniform?”She swallowed a primal female whine. Handsome had been handsome enough last night in pea coat, jeans and moonlight, but now. Holy moly!“It’s my nonrehearsal dinner and not my idea. I got talked into going through with it because it’s paid for and my family’s here and for another reason that I wasn’t told but getting more obvious by the minute.” He shrugged “And as for the uniform…Bevvy wanted me to wear it for our wedding. It’s the only dress clothes I brought with me and certain people tonight were insistent that I change.”“The boy’s Special Forces,”
