She walked across the threshold into the patio and saw him standing there alone.
Still dressed in his wrinkled tuxedo, his tie askew and his dark hair tousled as if he'd been in a brawl.
A silent testament to what had happened at what some media outlets had proclaimed the wedding that never finished. It had begun as he and his bride to be had made their final preparations separately and ended with a couple of men speaking up when the minister had invited anyone to come forward if they objected to the marriage.
Of course, he had only said that because it had been part of the ceremonial script. No one actually crashed weddings anymore to break up the bride and the groom but in this case that's what happened according to the police reports written afterward.
The groom, Devlin had wrestled one of the guys to the ground when he had grabbed his bride and they had fought for a while most of the rest of the wedding party.
Until the other man produced a badge and proved he was a federal agent and he had a warrant for the bride's arrest.
The hundreds of guests then scattered to the far winds, rushing outside to give breathy interviews to any media outlet hanging around.
Eliza of course had remained behind as his best man even though she wasn't a man but she had been tight with him most of their lives. His bride to be had fussed a bit at his choice but he'd stood firm to her and everyone else that no one else could fit the position.
That should have afforded him some clue that the match between him and his bride might not last to the bouquet toss even if the feds hadn't crashed it. But afterward when they had both called it quits while the agents were escorting the handcuffed woman wearing white into a sedan. Eliza had been handed an icepack to nurse her own bruises because she hadn't just stood there and watched the fight but had thrown a punch or two to help Devlin.
Now she stood still in her torn peach colored dress which she had hated anyway looking out at him. She picked up a bottle of the champagne that never got poured into flutes for a toast, opened it up with a rowdy pop and went to join him on the patio.
He didn't turn around even though she knew he heard her approach
"Hey, is this only a party for one?"
She heard him sigh.
"No...I'm just spending a few moments before returning to the office to get some work done."
"Devlin, you don't have to work today."
He already had a drink in his hand, which looked a lot like Scotch.
"Nothing else to do...I guess we're lucky they're not locking us up to for assaulting an agent."
She put the champagne down on a bench and sat down beside it, looking at him.
"He didn't ID himself before you hit him..."
"I didn't give him much chance."
She took the lid off of the champagne and poured herself a glass, then gestured for him to sit down with her. He looked indecisive for a moment, and then did just that. Close enough so that their shoulders brushed together, as they both sipped their drinks.
"Anyway...I'm sorry about what happened," she said, "but didn't she give off any clues that she was into money laundering?"
He shook his head, sipping his scotch.
"She was gone a lot on business trips," he said, "but then so am I."
Eliza knew that because she had gone with him on many of them, staking out her spot on the comfy Lear Jet with piles of paperwork but Wolfgang Puck pizza they had warming in the galley.
"Well it doesn't matter," she reasoned, "It's all on her for breaking the law and for stringing you along."
He looked down at his glass and she thought how incredibly well packaged he was for a man. Ruggedly handsome from his years spent in construction, his hands lined with scars but strong like the rest of him. He filled out suits with his muscular frame and having seen him swimming laps in his Speedo, she knew he had nothing to worry about in that department.
But more than that, Devlin was the best buddy a person could ever know. The two of them had been through so much together building their engineering firm and seeing each other through personal tragedies and relationship breakups through hours spent over wine at their favorite eateries or out on his boat sailing across an endless ocean.
He'd make it through this broken engagement as well because she'd be right there beside him as he had always been for her.
Still looking at him right now, she found herself idling wondering as she often did what it'd be like to be more than his friend.
But what it'd be like to be his lover too.
Because she did love him, she knew that but like now, when she saw how gorgeous he looked even after his wedding day crashed and burned, she felt herself wanting to comfort him in a new way. Her fingers itched to touch him, would his muscles twitch beneath them, would his skin feel hot?
No, she couldn't think like that and he needed a friend right now. He turned around to look at her.
"Thanks..."
She shrugged.
"Look no problem, I'll be inside if you want to talk about it some more but I swear if you try to go to the office, I'm going to show you some more of my tackling skills."
