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"Are you avoiding me?" he asks. "Are you stalking me?" "No. I just prefer your company over everyone else's." "Oh, really?" I'm not buying the charm. "The bar's pretty low. We haven't even had the cake, and one of the groomsmen is already drinking straight from the beer tap." I laugh at that. He might be an arrogant, smooth-talking jerk, but he is funny. "Do you really enjoy weddings?" he asks. "Of course. They're the beginning of a love story." "They're the beginning of a fat paycheck," he says, taking a sip of his whiskey. "You're unbelievable." "I'm also right," he says. “Who else do you think the groom will come to when he needs a divorce lawyer?” I roll my eyes and head for the secluded garden. Seconds later, he's beside me again. "How about we start over?" he asks. "How about we pretend we never met?" He smiles. This time, it's softer. "Do I make you nervous?" he asks. "Of course not," I say, swallowing hard and wishing there was less alcohol in my Pink Martini. "It's hot over here," he murmurs. "And I don't think it's the sun." “I could never be attracted to you.” His lips crawl into another smirk. I swear I can feel them on my skin. “Really?” he asks. “Because you’re flirting an awful lot for someone who isn’t attracted to me.” ➜ The Wedding Situation: An Age Gap Opposites Attract Romance. Read FREE wth Kindle Unlimited.