“Sounds good. Then we can go see Donny and Marie tonight.”
He laughed. “You want to see Donny and Marie?”
“Nah. It seemed like a good compromise. Ruby’s a little bit country and I’m a whole lot of rock and roll. What Ruby doesn’t know is we’re going to a strip club after. I’m hoping to meet my Mr. Right.”
“Well, okay then . . . that works out well. Do you have a preference where we eat for lunch?”
“That Food Network guy has a restaurant here. How about we eat at his place?”
“Sounds good. Can you be ready to meet us there at noon? I’ll see if I can get reservations.”
“We’ll see you kids there.”
“It’s a date.” He hung up and grinned.
Libby stood in front of him wearing a pair of jeans that clung to her hips and a black sweater with a V-neck that dipped into her cleavage and knit fabric that showed off her generous breasts. It didn’t help matters that he knew she was wearing black lingerie underneath. “I’m ready to go. What are we going to do for the next forty-five minutes?”
He pulled her into his arms, groaning. “Not what I’d like to be doing. You’re gorgeous.”
She laughed. “How about we find some condoms for later, then wander around until it’s time to meet them for lunch.”
“That sounds like a fabulous plan. We better get the jumbo package. I hope your purse is big enough.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Gram and Nana Ruby were waiting for them at the entrance to the restaurant. Nana Ruby had ditched the sparkles for a red sweatshirt that said My grandkid can whoop your grandkid’s ass. Gram wore yoga pants and a T-shirt. Her face was red and she was huffing and puffing.
“Gram, are you okay?” Libby asked, worried. “You don’t look so good.”
“I’m still sweating from that hot yoga class.” She pointed her finger at Libby. “And for the record, hot yoga is not full of hot men. I stayed long enough to break a sweat, then hightailed it out of there.”
Noah laughed and wrapped his arm around Libby’s back, resting it on her hip. She glanced up at him with a smile.
“You girls are stealing all the hot men,” Gram teased. “There are none left for me.” She pointed over to Nana. “Even Ruby has a man.”
“You’ll find one,” Noah assured her with a wink. “He could be right under your nose and you’re too blind to see it.”
She wrinkled her nose. “More like I would have to be blind to look at any of them naked. All the fat rolls and floppy skin. Not to mention it’s too hard to get to the good stuff.” She held her hands in front of her, mimicking holding the fat rolls.
Libby cringed at the thought.
“Good God, Maude,” Nana groaned. “We’re about to eat.”
“Thanks for coming to our wedding,” Libby said. “You have no idea how happy we were that you were there.”
Gram patted her arm, her eyes soft with affection. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Libby, my girl.”
Libby gave her a hug, happy that she and Noah had support from someone.
The hostess led them to their table. After they ordered and their food was served they talked about the wedding and Libby’s friends’ reaction.
“I understand why Blair’s carrying on,” Gram said, sawing on a piece of steak. “She’s always had a stick up her ass, but I’m disappointed in Megan.”
“To be fair,” Libby said, sipping from her water glass, “I haven’t talked to Megan.”
Gram scowled. “I have.”
Well, that confirmed that.
“How long are you kids staying in Vegas?” Nana asked.
Libby turned to look at Noah, surprised by the blank look on his face.
He studied her face. “I found out a potential client is here. I’m hoping to have a chance to meet with him.”
“Oh. Okay.” When had he found that out? He hadn’t had his laptop out, but then again, he only needed his phone to check his email.
“I’m hoping to see him this afternoon. We could leave tonight or tomorrow.” He leaned over and kissed her temple. “I’m eager to get Libby moved to Seattle.”
Gram looked surprised. “You’re moving to Seattle?”
Libby gave her a sheepish look. “We’d decided on that a couple of days ago. Before . . . our wedding.”
Gram leaned forward, her eyes glowing. “Is that so?”
Noah tried to play nonchalant. “Libby’s serious about the artistic side of her photography, not just family portraits and senior photos. The climate is better for that in the Pacific Northwest.”
“And who brought this up first?” Nana Ruby asked.
Noah shrugged, keeping his attention on his salmon. “I did.”
“Is that so?” Gram asked again, sounding like she knew there was more to the story.
He looked up. “What?”
“You were just being a good friend?”
He grinned. “That too.”
Libby gasped and turned to face him. “What else?”
He hesitated, then sighed. “Lib, I decided not to come to your wedding because I couldn’t stand the thought of you marrying anyone, let alone Mitch. But then I decided I couldn’t let it happen at all. I intended to stop the wedding.”
“You did?”
He cringed. “Yeah.”