I hated large functions where I didn't know anyone. Part of me had gotten used to them, having been invited to a few work ones in my time. But the introvert in me wanted to turn around and go home. I forced myself to stay and picked off a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray. I searched the crowd for Reece, but I was too short to see over the heads, even in my heels.
I made my way past many OBF men in conversation with trophies and other OBFs until I finally saw the back of a head that looked familiar. Make that two. They were bent in conversation near a curtain at the side of the stage, and did not look around as I approached. I was sure one of them was Reece and the other must have been one of his brothers. Not too many guys had a physique like the Kavanagh men.
I was about
