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THE WEDDING
Spartak
If another guest asks me to hold their drink, I may just tie them up. I'm security; it doesn't automatically make me a waiter or man candy. My boss, the groom, is nowhere to be found at the moment and that's stressful enough.
A feminine voice from my side interrupts my perusal, "Excuse me, sir."
I shift, turning away from the latest cougar attempting to have me do something for them and spot Tate. He's standing next to an enormous white tent-like structure, set up behind the cabin. It's fairly perfect weather for the outdoor, beach wedding ceremony, and guests are fluttering around like they've never been to such an event before. Finally someone who I can ask.
Quickly, I make my way over to him, weaving between random people. Tate nods when he notices me appro
