"May I help you?"

She jumped and turned toward the man who'd spoken behind her. A big redheaded Scotsman. "Hi there."

" 'Twill begin soon. May I escort you to yer seat?"

"Sure." She figured he must be one of the ushers. This was definitely a Scottish wedding. The guy was wearing a black-and-white-plaid kilt, white lacy shirt, and black jacket. A single red rosebud was pinned to his lapel, and his long hair was pulled back with a thin black ribbon.

He regarded her curiously with his light green eyes. "Ye're a friend of the bride?"

Lara's mind went blank as she desperately tried to remember the name of the bride. Cheryl? No, that had been the MacPherson wedding. Dammit. She'd paid more attention to the names of the grooms. And this groom had seemed familiar somehow. "I'm a friend of Ian MacPhie."

The Scotsman's eyebrows lifted. "Ye know Ian?"

"Sure. We go way back. I… used to date his cousin."

"I see."

Shoot, this wasn't working. She'd have to distract this guy. She brushed her long hair behind her shoulder to show off some cleavage and gave him the dazzling smile her mom had spent a small fortune on. "I don't believe we've met. I'm… Susie."

"Delighted to make yer acquaintance. I'm Robby MacKay." He took her hand. "Since ye're a friend of Ian's, he'll want to see you right away."

"Oh, that's not necessary." She tried to remove her hand, but Robby's grip tightened. "Surely it can wait till after the ceremony."

"Come with me." He pulled her across the vestibule.

Oh, shit. "Isn't the wedding about to start? We need to take our seats."

He opened a door and gently pushed her inside a dark room. "Wait here." He flipped on a light and as she quickly looked about, he grabbed her canvas tote bag.