““Question was—why did one of the catering staff have her hand down her own shirt? And was that fondling going on under there? Carson studied the strange display. No, not fondling. Looked like she was fumbling with…a bra strap? Her hair fell onto her face like a curtain, further shielding her features from him, as she fiddled with the bra in determination. He squinted. Then choked back a laugh when he realized what was happening. The girl’s bra strap had ripped—and she was attempting to tie the two ends together. Priceless. He couldn’t help it. A chuckle slid out of his throat. Unfortunately, the chuckle came out at the exact moment the preacher demanded to know if anyone had a reason why the bride and groom shouldn’t be together. Garrett and Shelby instantly swiveled their heads in his direction, shock clearly etched in their faces. “What? No,” Carson said quickly, keeping his voice low. He turned to the preacher. “No. I’m not speaking. I’m forever holding my peace. These two belong together. Please, just go on.” “I’m going to kick your ass for this,” Garrett muttered before turning his attention back to the ceremony. Shelby just glared at him. Fuck. Wonderful. Now everyone and their mother would think Carson objected to this union. Damn caterer and her broken bra.””
