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“Sure,” Dyllan remained stock still, wondering where the old man was going with this.
“It is; I checked before coming here. Now, the town population is two hundred and four, correct?”
“Last time I checked.”
“Now, with the correct information that the Johnson family is out of town on holidays, Martha and Louise Kennedy are visiting family, and the rest are unaccounted for, would you agree that there are roughly one hundred and eighty-nine people here today? Not to mention that wedding planner of yours and the caterers from Okanagan Falls,” he said, waiving his cane around.
“Okay, where are you going with this?”
“By my calculations, they are two people over the maximum occupancy in this barn. Surely as mayor you need to rectify that.”
He can’t be serious.
Letting out a manly huff, Dyllan turned and started walking toward the main door of the barn.
“Where do you think you’re going, young man?” Mr. Rathers cried as he followed behind Dyllan. “You need to take this seriously! This is a very important disregard for the health and fire code! Something needs to be done about it!”
Dyllan stared at the man a moment before turning and waving over his shoulder for Mr. Rathers to follow him. “Fine, come here.”
Dyllan led them outside, where he turned and crossed his arms.
“Well,” Richard said.
“Problem solved.”
“What do you mean ‘problem solved?’”
“You had an issue with there being two too many in there. I solved the problem. We are now at capacity. If you choose to go back in, you are willfully breaking the fire code.” Dyllan fought to hold back a smirk as he stared the old man down.
Dyllan nodded to Marty, the local handyman, as he exited the barn. “Remember, we’re at capacity,” Dyllan said as he walked into the barn with a smile. He heard the other man huff from outside the barn, but he didn’t care. He was on a mission to get his girl.
Weaving through the tables, he didn’t let anyone stop him this time as he zeroed in on the petite blonde speaking with the photographer. He didn’t miss the way the bastard smiled at her or reached out to touch her arm while they spoke. Shorter and leaner than Dyllan, he looked like one of the frat boys Skylar probably would’ve known from the city.
Dyllan’s vision turned red the closer he got to them, especially when he saw Skylar’s face was anything but comfortable with the conversation.
“It’s this amazing wedding fair in Kelowna. You should totally come. I’ll take you to this little restaurant I found on the water; they have the best lamb you’ve ever tasted.”
“That’s kind of you, but as I said, I can’t really travel right now,” Skylar answered, eyes darting behind the fucker.
“Come on, it would be fun,” the man continued.
“She said no,” Dyllan said, wrapping his arm around Skylar’s waist. She immediately sunk into him, making Dyllan’s chest puff out even more.
“Look, buddy. I didn’t know she was taken,” the guy’s eyes opened wide as he took in Dyllan and his arm possessively around Skylar’s waist.
“I’m not your buddy, and I suggest when speaking to women in the future, you listen to them when they shoot you down, or you’re going to have problems. Understand?” Dyllan levelled his glare and smirked as the stammering man backed away.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Skylar said quietly.
“I know.” Dyllan tracked the photographer as he packed up his equipment, frantically looking between his associate photographer and Dyllan.
“I had it under control,” Skylar huffed from beside him, his arm still protectively around her.
“I know,” Dyllan replied, not looking away from the weasel as both men scurried out of the barn.
Skylar leaned back into him, resting her head on his chest. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He kissed her gently on the head before seeing Richard Rathers mumbling as he made his way back into the barn after the two men left.
