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Love Unscripted - 55
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Marie and Gary arrived soon after we started setting up. I had asked them to arrive early, for I wanted to make sure that my friends were safely inside before the cast arrived. My friends didn’t need to be photographed today.
Tammy had set out linens to cover the buffet tables and I was in the process of opening one of them up when Ryan walked past me. He pinched me quickly on the butt cheek when he thought no one was looking.
“So… how’s it going?” Marie grinned and raised her eyebrows. She noticed the way Ryan and I were beaming.
I glanced around to make sure we were alone before holding my hand up and spreading my five fingers out to her.
“Five?” she whispered in amazement.
I smiled a devilish grin and nodded my head.
“Did you take my advice and feed him well to keep his energy level up?”
“Oh, he ate very well this morning – several times. Wait, did you mean feed him food?” I teased.
“So what are you two ladies whispering about over here?” Ryan asked after he set another box on the table.
Marie and I looked at each other and just smiled; it was apparent on our faces that we were talking about - things.
Ryan wrapped his arms around my waist. “I guess our secret is out now?” he chuckled.
“What secret?” Marie’s voice boomed. “It’s so obvious the way you two are glowing around each other. The only thing missing are the words ‘I
had incredible sex’ written on your foreheads!” She motioned the words with her hand.
Ryan and I laughed as he squeezed me tighter. “It was beyond incredible,” he whispered in my ear and kissed me on the neck.
Pete walked into the bar with another box of food, noting Ryan’s hold on me. A not-so-nice word slipped from his lips.
Gary was right behind him, and when he saw us he started laughing.
“Looks like you owe me some money,” Gary muttered.
“Doesn’t mean anything,” Pete snapped. He looked over at Marie; she twitched her lips and nodded her head to confirm his suspicions.
“Son-of-a… two more days… you couldn’t hold off for two more days?” Pete busted on us.
I glared over at Marie.
“Don’t look at me! You know how competitive those two are. It wasn’t my idea!”
Ryan released me and turned to Pete. “You bastards betting on us?” he asked jokingly.
“Yep!” Pete replied. “And you cost me twenty bucks, you prick!”
Ryan slipped his hand into his front pocket and peeled a twenty-dollar bill off of a small stack of cash.
“Here you go, Gary. Pete’s loss was my gain.” He laughed. “It was worth every penny!”
Gary didn’t hesitate. He snatched the bill out of Ryan’s hand and stuffed it into his pocket. Marie teasingly nudged me.
“You know Ryan, Gary is a Giants fan,” Pete baited him.
“Oh really?” Ryan asked, looking over at Gary.
“Ugh! Don’t tell me you’re a freaking Steelers fan too,” Gary groaned. “No wonder you and Taryn get along so well.”
“What do you say to another bet?” Ryan’s eyes narrowed on Gary. “I got another twenty in my pocket that says the Giants are going to get their asses handed to them tonight.”
While the three of them discussed the terms of the wager, Tammy, Marie, and I finished setting up the buffet table.
“He fits in perfectly!” Marie whispered in my ear. “Look at them! They’re like long-lost college buddies!”
“I know!” I whispered back. The sight of the three of them getting along so well was heart-warming.
“Ryan freakin’ Christensen!” Marie giggled as she gave me a shoulder hug. “So, tell me, is he packing or what?”
“What do you think?” I murmured.
She breathed out a rough sigh.
“Hey, no fantasizing about him,” I warned. “You have your own. That one’s mine. And try not to ask too many questions about their stupid movie, all right? They’re just regular people.”
Tammy set up an elaborate tiered cheese and veggie tray; she had hot and cold hors d'oeuvres, hot entrees to complement the steaks, shrimp and lobster bites, and several different little desserts and chocolate dipped what-nots.
I started to uncork a bottle of merlot while the guys discussed football trades and names of players. I never understood how men could remember all those details about sports but, yet, were incapable of remembering where they set their car keys or wallet.
Just like the other day when Ryan asked me where his messenger bag was. Did he really not remember where it was, or is there some primitive part of a man’s brain that starts to shut down whenever a woman comes into their lives?
Ryan was obviously hungry; he was popping food in his mouth between words. He had just shoved a big piece of cheese in his mouth when his cell phone rang. After a brief conversation, he met me at the bar.
“Cal and his wife are on their way. They’re driving themselves. The rest of the group is coming separately; they were just picked up at the hotel.
Cal told me that they are being followed by the paparazzi.” Ryan’s words sounded almost angry.
“I have to go start the grill; do you want to come up with me?” I asked, hoping he would follow.
He just nodded at me.
On our way through my apartment, we grabbed our coats. I presumed it would be cold outside. He playfully goosed my rear end all the way up the steps to the roof. I was getting the hint that he liked my butt.
I opened the rooftop door and turned to look at his reaction. His eyes instantly widened as he stepped outside.
“Oh my God, Taryn! This is incredible!”
I had a good portion of the roof transformed into a nice patio. There was a huge, raised composite deck with an outdoor stone bar with a granite top. I had designed a corner-raised fireplace at one end of the patio; the other end closest to the door contained the enormous stacked stone counter and stainless steel grill.
The entire patio area was covered by a wooden pergola roof; I had tried to train vines to grow up the pillars, but the October winds had dried up most of the leaves. Underneath the open lattice roof, I had attached tiny white lights to make the patio glow in the evening. Centered on the patio was a large teak table that seated twelve and directly above that, a wrought iron and glass candle chandelier. I turned the lights on for Ryan so he could see it sparkle in the setting sun.
“This is… beautiful!” he proclaimed, appearing quite mesmerized by it all.
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