“Permission granted,” she said with a grin.
He got up and headed back inside. As she’d said, it did look as if the reception was starting to quiet down. A slow song played, and a number of couples still moved on the dance floor, but he could see how the room was starting to look a little empty around the edges. Ranks of champagne bottles and their attendant flutes sat on a side table near the bar, so Colin snagged a bottle and some glasses. Despite his worries, no one seemed to be paying him any attention, and he made it back outside without incident.
“Bless you,” she said as he sat down next to her.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, then began prying out the cork with his thumbs. “I don’t know what happened to the waiters, but I probably could have grabbed an armful of these things without
