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Heather. The bride looked sick with embarrassed distress. Before she could stop herself, Katie was saying, “That’s okay. I can catch up with Dylan some other time. I don’t mind helping out here.”
    ***
    “So help me, Katie Sutherland,” Sheila threatened, “I love you like my own daughter, but if you get even a speck of dirt on either of those shoes or that gown, I’ll ring your neck.”
    Katie halted just before the back door, nearly causing a Jared and Dylan pile-up. “What would you like me to do, Sheila?” Katie threw her hands above her head in frustration. “I’ve got to get out to my car to get a change of clothes and I’m not going out there naked.”
    “Give your keys to Dylan and he can bring you a change of clothes.”
    “No way, that won’t work.” She felt an overdue defiance toward Sheila. “I know exactly where everything is.” Which, of course, was a lie. “And Dylan will just make a mess of everything.”
    Sheila contemplated the predicament for a moment.
    “Do you have any other suggestions?” Katie couldn’t help her own sarcasm.
    The Eve St. Sebastian smirk slithering across Sheila’s face was a reminder that Katie had chosen the wrong opponent. Sheila’s cunning eyes sized up Katie, then her two companions. “Yes, I do.” Cool as ice, Sheila gave a succinct nod that warned against argument.
    The moment she was slung over Jared’s shoulder like a shimmery sack of potatoes, Katie cursed herself for being so sacrificial. “Put me down! Put me down right now!” She pounded Jared in the back with her fists, but with Sheila’s threats still ringing in his ears, Jared did not respond.
    “I should have just said no! Why didn’t I just say no?”
    “Because it’s not in your nature to say no.” Dylan followed behind, making no attempt to hide his amusement.
    “If I weren’t such a damn pushover, I wouldn’t even be wearing this gilded toga and these treacherous shoes in the first place! And I certainly wouldn’t be being hauled across the parking lot like some caveman’s booty! I would be taking you to the airport and we would be laughing outrageously, sipping overpriced hot chocolate!”
    “But I am laughing outrageously.”
    She scowled and continued her rant until Jared deposited her on Rhett Butler’s backseat. Retrieving a pair of jeans and an old hoodie from the heap of clothing in the back, she exchanged Vera Wang and Manolo for Levi Strauss and Uggs—not caring a fig for modesty. Dylan, who had been Katie’s “wardrobe assistant” through most of their high school and college years, was unfazed. Jared, on the other hand, looked like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets, his face boiling several shades of scarlet as he tried to look at everything other than the half-naked Katie.
    “Well, I guess this is it.” She jumped from the car with much more enthusiasm than she felt and attacked Dylan with a zealous hug that almost toppled them both into the snow.
    “Poor Cinderella, I’m sorry that you’re stuck here cleaning up, and I’m sorry we didn’t get to hang out.” His squeeze was so tight it stopped the trickle of tears that had begun trailing down her cheeks.
    “Next time,” she said, trying not to show her low spirits.
    “I’m going to miss you, Katie.”
    “I’ll miss you, too.” She dove in for another hug.
    Jared, catching a clue for the first time that evening, slogged off to warm his car.
    “He likes you,” Dylan began as soon as he was out of earshot.
    Katie rolled her eyes. “He’s a total hovercraft.”
    “Do you even know what a hovercraft is?”
    “Yeah, it’s someone who suffocates people with his omnipresence.”
    Dylan shook his head. “No, it’s not. Do me a favor and just say yes when he asks you out?”
    “When he asks me out? What encouragement have I possibly given him to ask me out?”
    Dylan contemplated for a second. “Well, none, but Christopher has given him plenty. Jared has wanted to ask you out