Love is Like That

Luke narrowed the dark eyes at his friend, Kirk, wanting to knock the smirk off his face. However, he wanted to knock the blasted garter off his hat even more. And to make matters worse, the one female who had caught his attention at the wedding today was eyeing him from afar, looking stunning in her blue-lace outfit, a white-gloved hand pressed to her lips as she found humor in his predicament. Humor - always at the expense of another, he tacked onto his whirling thoughts.

Luke shoved Kirk aside, then nodded towards her, the garter falling off his hat and onto the ground amid his gesture. Damn.

At least the little lady had thought it humorous for she had turned and appeared to be giggling.

Suddenly, Karen squealed and tossed the over-priced wedding bouquet behind her, Luke moving forward as the crush of frenzied females rushing towards the bouquet all came together around the pretty lady who was now struggling to regain her senses from the ground.

As he closed the distance, Karen had practically galloped up to the lady and as he drew near, he heard her throw out in a rather hostile voice, "How dare you make a scene at my wedding! I knew that I shouldn't have invited you - and if not for Hank, I wouldn't have."

"Karen, please. You're making a scene, " the lady told her, choosing to sit on the ground rather than rise and face the dragon.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Karen tossed out, sounding as if tears weren't far behind.

"Karen-"

"Go to hell!"

"Open your mouth and I'll go down a dirt road," the little lady told her, Karen gasping and making fast tracks from the scene.

Thankfully, the crowd of women had disbursed to examine the wedding bouquet, or perhaps they had sensed the moment of danger, that being Karen's sharp tongue, Luke silently contemplated as he neared the lady who was still situated on the ground.

Her blue-lace dress was fanned about her and she looked quite stunning although her tiny hat had been knocked to one side, revealing her dark, curly locks.

Luke was glad that she'd held her own around the unpredictable Karen. Mark one up for the old Hankster, he silently mocked as he stood in front of her.

He smiled down at her as she looked up at him, then he teased, "What a disaster! You didn't catch the wedding bouquet."

She giggled, then held out her hand, Luke pulling her to her feet, her head coming just below his shoulders. She was a shorty - and a pretty little thing. Fragile as a china doll.

"I see that you discarded your garter," she responded, her voice light and contagious.

"Not my garter," he assured. "Let's just say that I landed myself in a.....sticky situation."

As she laughed, he introduced himself. "Luke Coldridge, friend to the groom."

"Kitty Nelson, sister to the groom," she smiled. "Good to meet you, Luke. Hank's mentioned you quite a lot over the years."

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