The employee led them to a private function room where four couples, including the bride and groom, sat enjoying drinks. Before Tory could introduce him to everyone there, three more people joined them, leaving only one person not there yet.
“Is Grant here?” Olivia, the only person at the table without a companion, asked.
“He got here this afternoon,” Preston answered. “I don't know why he's not here now.”
“Knowing our cousin, he's still doing his hair,” Carrie said. “The guy uses more hair gel than I do.”
“If he's not here in five minutes, we'll order appetizers without him,” Preston said.
Less than a minute after Preston spoke, the same employee escorted Grant into the room. Sure enough, the guy's hair looked like he'd spent time putting each blond strand in its proper place.
So you're Grant. Duncan put his hand over the one Tory had resting on the table.
“Sorry I'm late.”
“Admit it. You just wanted to make an entrance,” Carrie said, reaching for her water.
“I needed to stop somewhere before I came down.” Left with no other option, Grant pulled out the chair next to Olivia as he glanced around the table. His eyes darted back and forth between Duncan and Tory, then to their joined hands as he sat.
“Grant, I think you know everyone here except Gab and Duncan,” Preston said.
“Actually, Gab and I've met.” Grant glanced at Tory as he spoke before looking in Duncan's direction again. “I used to see him when I stopped to visit Tory at work.”
The guy wanted Duncan to know he and Tory had a shared past. He could respect that. But it didn't change the fact Tory wanted nothing to do with Grant now. Or that Tory would be spending much of her time with him this week and not Grant.
TEN
If looks could kill,Duncan would've been dead and buried even before their appetizers arrived. Based on how Grant had looked at her tonight, he wasn't all that happy with her either. But, as far as Tory was concerned, that was his problem, not hers. She'd made it clear to him it wasn't working out when she ended their relationship. It wasn't her fault if he'd failed to accept that.
“I have copies of this week's itinerary for everyone.” Ivy retrieved a leather portfolio from the bag she'd used to carry the gifts for the wedding party and handed a stack of papers to Carrie, who took one and passed the remaining ones on to her neighbor.
“If you didn't look at the new one I emailed this morning, there are a few changes from the original. Instead of going to the rain forest tomorrow, we reserved a beach cabana for the day. That way, we can hang out and relax. But we're still going to the Brazilian grill for dinner.”
Good, that would give her and Duncan even more free time to visit the fortification next door after breakfast.
“Wednesday, you have most of the day to yourself. Then we'll meet in the lobby at seven and head over to the karaoke bar.”
You couldn't cancel that too?
“Weren't we going to a zip lining and ropes course on Wednesday?” Steve asked, taking a laminated schedule and then passing the rest to Tory.
“Someone at the table got cold feet about going, so we canceled,” Ivy answered.
“And that someone is sitting next to me.” Preston pointed toward his fiancée.
“So, sue me. I like a little more than rope under my feet when I'm that high up,” Ivy shrugged. “Besides, if anyone wants to go, they have time.”
Tory had been looking forward to going, but it was something she could do at home. But if she had all day Wednesday to herself, she could visit El Morro and maybe Castillo San Cristóbal, another old Spanish fortification in San Juan.
“We are still going on the rum distillery tour Thursday, but we'll meet in the lobby at eleven instead of noon.”
Tory had only ever been on wine-tasting tours and wondered how a rum tour would compare to them.
“The golf outing, spa day, and rehearsal dinner are still set for Friday.”
She'd been wrong about the day, but Duncan would still have to spend the day alone with Grant and the other guys.
“Sounds like it's going to be a great week,” Olivia said.