After what seemed like an interminable service, they queued up to the receiving line. The bride’s parents greeted them politely, then turned to the guests who followed.
Next were Rush’s parents, and before he could even greet them and introduce his guests, they tore into him.
“Rushton. I was uncertain if you would arrive on time.” His father was coldly polite. “Not that it would have surprised me.”
His mother ran her gaze over him as if studying his tux for flaws. “Don’t you dare embarrass us,” she hissed at him.
“Rush is the least likely of anyone here to cause embarrassment,” Tom snarled. The poor kid looked miserable, and Tom was more than ready to go to battle for him.
Jack put a hand on his arm. “Easy, buddy. The boss wouldn’t like it if we brought attention to us being here.”
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