Sam stepped forward to offer her a hand. "I—"
An approaching car suddenly began honking at him for leaving his truck in the middle of the aisle.
"Crap." Hopping back into the driver's seat, he circled the lot twice more until he finally found another open spot—this time, pulling straight into it.
Climbing out of his truck, he glanced around, taking more serious notice of the volume of people crowding the entire River Ridge Park directly across from Town Hall. The highbrow festivities extended all the way to the Cumberland River and behind Main Street which was lined with pricey boutique shops. Elegant white tents covered one part of the park, and a stage with a quartet was playing soft country ballads with a crowd of onlookers all dressed in expensive summer dresses and collared shirts.
Sam pulled his attention from the event to see Holly across the parking lot, struggling with a stack of boxes. He wanted to help her—heck, even if she hadn't been a freaking bombshell, he'd never turn away from a woman in need. But Town Hall closed early on Saturdays and if he wanted the permits today, he didn't have time for any detours.
He sighed. His mama had raised him right and would be more than a little disappointed to hear he hadn't assisted her.
Crossing back through the parking lot, he returned to Holly's car just as she was trying to close its trunk with her hip. "Can I help?" He pushed the trunk closed for her, trying not to laugh at the sight of her bumping her ass into the car.
She jolted, apparently startled, causing the top box in the stack to slide off.
Quick reflexes, Sam grabbed it before it splintered against the ground. "Whoa!"
"Thanks." Relief flooded her voice. "Actually, some help would be great. If you don't mind?"
"I think I owe you at this point," he teased, taking the boxes of what appeared to be intricate floral decorations, and following her through the lot.
"You definitely owe me." Her cheeks and chest bloomed bright red as she ducked her head, obscuring his view from seeing how much farther south on her body the blush extended. "I do tend to overreact when driving though."
There was more of a story there, but he wasn't about to pry.
"No need to apologize."
"Oh, I wasn't." She cast him a sideways glance that seemed downright seductive. "You deserved it."
She's flirting with me.
Laughter bubbled up inside him and he readjusted the boxes in his arms as they walked. "Fair enough. I help you with these, then we'll be even?"
Holly peered at him, inquisitive eyes partially hidden beneath long lashes. "Maybe."
Sam could deal with maybe.
"Southern Lifestyle Magazine's Garden Party?" He read the gold lettered sign as they entered the luscious green park which had always been a gorgeously manicured garden, but had been transformed into a stunning party space for the day.
"Yep. The magazine picked River Ridge this year—great for the town." Holly stepped under a white tent where circular tables were set up on a temporary wooden floor in an elegant reception style. She placed a box of centerpieces on the closest surface and began pulling the floral arrangements out one by one, one in the middle of each table.
Sam began to do the same with his box, scanning the park while he worked. There was a stage and small booths with local artists selling fine jewelry and the like, as well as a white cloth-covered bar with glass stemware serving different wines to the crowd. It seemed like the crowd would migrate to the reception area for the sit-down event later, or so he guessed.
Whoever had put this together was a pro—it had an air of ease and fun while still being polished and dignified. Clearly well-planned and organized down to the last detail, the person behind this event was exactly who he needed for the grand opening of Wyldefire Whiskey.
Knowing his terrible luck, Sam wondered if it was Cassie's doing.
"Sam Wylde, meet Amelia Eldridge." Holly pointed between him and a small brunette who'd just entered the tent with a rack of wineglasses.
Amelia offered him a sad smile as she began arranging the plates and glasses on every table. "Sam Wylde needs no introductions in this town, Hol."
Pity. There was no mistaking it in her voice, and Sam was becoming all too familiar with it lately.
"That's what I told him." Holly laughed, apparently not noticing her friend's tone.
Sam decided to stay civil. "It's good to see you, Amelia."
"You, too," Amelia replied. "How are you doing? Tough weekend. You doing okay?"
Sam swallowed the stab of humiliation that came with every reminder of his former girlfriend's upcoming nuptials this weekend—and there were a lot of reminders. In fact, Amelia was probably the fourth person to ask him about it just today in that same "poor Sam" pity-filled tone.
Star pitcher falls in love with the lead actress of the senior play—the story wrote itself. They'd been so happy for so many years, and Sam had been certain she was his future. He was all in, but she…wasn't. Maybe she never had been.
Even though it had been several years since their dramatic split, the entire town was still obsessed with the scandalous details. Hell, it had been quite the story.
"I'll be fine," Sam informed her, his tone a bit sterner and the ease of his mood quickly dissipating. "It's not a big deal."
"Really?" Amelia seemed oblivious at his attempt to end the conversation. "Man, I'd be a wreck if the love of my life was getting married to my younger brother in the biggest ceremony this town has ever seen."
Holly's eyes grew wide as she turned from the table she was decorating and eyed the two of them. "Wow. That's…uh, well—"
"She was not the love of my life," Sam countered a bit louder than he meant, then quickly bit his tongue. He wasn't going down this road. There was no chance he could talk about Grady and Jane's upcoming wedding without completely imploding.
"Hey, Sam!" Bright pink hair bounded toward him as his younger cousin entered the tent holding up a phone. "Found you!"
"Ruby?" A senior in high school, Ruby Wylde changed her hair color weekly and wore makeup so thick that he sometimes didn't recognize her. She was definitely still trying to figure herself out, but as the youngest in the family, she rested in a soft spot in Sam's heart. "What are you doing here?"
"Noah called me," she explained, tossing her ponytail back over her shoulder. "He said you're not answering your phone."
Sam rolled his eyes. "So, he sent his little sister to track me down? This family…" He bit back the curses he wanted to let loose and took the phone from her. Turning to Holly and Amelia, he offered a stiff smile. "Would you ladies excuse me a moment?"
Holly nodded, turning away to give him privacy as she and Amelia began chatting with his cousin.
Walking a few feet away, Sam lifted the phone to his ear. "Hey."
"Sam, did you get the permits yet?" Noah's voice boomed through the line, almost like a roar but not gruff or hostile. Noah was just naturally excitable and lively, and spoke about everything with a gusto Sam never seemed to have. Possibly because Noah's life was focused on fun, while Sam's was piled high with responsibility. "We're about to light the rickyard up."
The rickyard was where they burned sugar maple wood with whiskey in a giant bonfire to create a unique charcoal. They would later use the charcoal to slowly drip whiskey through during the distilling process. It was one of his favorite things—watching the flames demolish a giant stack of lumber only to be reborn into the very thing that made their whiskey so much better than any of their competitors.
It was symbolic, it was dangerous, and somehow, it was beautiful.
Creating something from nothing, Sam was more confident in their product every day. With only a few months left until the launch, he had to be. Or at least, he had been until today.
"Not yet. Go ahead and light it without me," he said. "There's an event at River Ridge Park I'm checking out."
"I heard. Ruby said you were fawning over some redhead. Just grab her number and bag her later. We've
got shit to do."
"Watch your mouth," Sam shot back, feeling his thin rope thinning even more. "It's your shit I'm cleaning up right now."
"My shit?" Noah countered.
"Cassie quit."
There was silence from the other end of the line. Finally, a loud sigh. "Yeah, that's probably on me."
"Probably?" Sam almost laughed at the insanity of it all. "Seriously, Noah?"
"Okay! Definitely. It's definitely on me." Noah sounded as frustrated as Sam felt. "I should have seen that coming."
That'd be a first, Sam thought. His cousin was selfish as hell, never considering how his actions impacted others.
"Yeah, you should have. But you didn't, so I'm fixing it. This party looks like it was done by a pro, so I'm going to scope out the event planner and try to set up a meeting."
"Good call."
For some reason, Noah's approval only pissed Sam off more. "Goodbye, Noah."
"Bye, Sa—" Noah started, but Sam clicked off the phone before he could finish.
Shoving Ruby's phone into his pocket, Sam turned and walked back to the tent to talk to Holly. He hoped she'd know who put this event together because it seemed like she must be working for them.
He needed to get back on track—stay focused, finish his errands, and find a new event coordinator immediately. There was no room in his life for personal distractions.
But damn it if he wasn't…distracted.
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