Laine accused, straightening the white silk guest book with a ballpoint, plumed pen."So you tell me. Keep it up, and I might develop a complex.” Jason had been following her around while she neatened the place cards for the reception, worked with the florist and checked in on her security detail—a guy on payroll assigned to be ever-present in the groom's company. There would be no opportunity for dalliance. There would be no third strike. Of course that meant keeping fuck-ups that stressed out brides to a minimum, which meant keeping her mind off Jason, the incredible, confusing lay from last week."I can't believe you partnered with Connie, had me assigned exclusively to your hotel, and didn't even have the courtesy to speak to me about it first."Grabbing the box of Jordon almond bundles in pink tulle, he followed her from setting to setting as she distributed the favors to the parents’ table. “I called you three times this week. I tried to talk to you when you were here on Wednesday and yesterday.
