Healed with a Kiss. GINA WILKINS
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was going on.”
She busied herself for a moment by unnecessarily adjusting her glasses on her nose, speaking with what she thought was credibly casual concern. “That must have been scary for all of them. I’m glad Zach is going to be okay.”
She didn’t want to think too hard about her instinctive reaction at hearing that Logan was at the hospital. Something about the way Paul had worded the comment made her believe initially that Logan was the patient, and her mind had immediately filled with scenarios of accidents he could have suffered while working around the grounds. She reminded herself that she and Logan had only a casual relationship, so she had, perhaps, overreacted a bit—but then she reassured herself that it was only natural for her to be concerned for a friend’s well-being. Everything was still comfortably under control. She didn’t have to worry that she was letting herself care too much for Logan.
“Here are my clients now,” she said as a dark sedan with a familiar driver pulled into the space next to her own.
Paul opened his car door again. “Kinley should be waiting inside. Have a good meeting.”
“Thank you.” She waved as he drove around the side of the building toward the downstairs apartment he now shared with Bonnie. Then she turned to greet Sharon Banfield and her newly engaged daughter, Liberty, who were here for a tour of the wedding facilities.
Kinley was her usual enthusiastic, briskly professional self, welcoming the Banfields and Alexis to the inn, giving a quick overview of the services offered to potential clients and their out-of-town guests, then taking them on a complete and informative tour of the inn and the grounds. She greeted the few guests they passed with a warmth that seemed quite genuine while showing Liberty and her mother all their inn’s amenities without a high-pressure sales pitch.
After a walk through the gardens, where Kinley described the flowers that would be in bloom in early June of the following year, the date Liberty wanted to reserve for her wedding, she led them into the newly constructed ladies’ dressing room and restroom beneath the wide back deck. Kinley’s visible pride in the new facilities made Alexis smile, especially since she knew just how much work Logan had put into pleasing his sisters with those recent additions.
And speaking of Logan...
She looked around with everyone else when he came from the side of the inn, wearing his work clothes of jeans, boots, T-shirt and gray jacket, his dark hair looking disheveled. She had become an expert at hiding the punch of reaction she always felt when she saw him in front of other people, and she was confident no one knew that beneath the tailored jacket she wore with her spring-green sweater and charcoal slacks, her heart was beating a happy tap dance.
He nodded, not a hint of special interest on his face when he included Alexis in his greeting to the group. “Ladies.”
Kinley introduced Logan to Liberty and her mother, then added with a wave toward Alexis, “And of course you already know Alexis.”
“Yeah, sure. How’s it going, Alexis?”
“Very well, thank you. I heard you had some excitement around here today.”
“One of my crew took ill, had to be rushed to the hospital. He’ll be okay, though.”
“I’m happy to hear it.”
“My brother is the one who supervises outdoor setup for the weddings,” Kinley explained to their visitors. “He and his crew decorate the gazebo and gardens as requested, place the rows of folding chairs for guests, basically anything having to do with the outdoor part of events that isn’t hired out to outside contractors.”
Liberty smiled eagerly. “My friend Mandy had her wedding here last spring—she had the Tuscan theme? Very Italian, and it looked amazing.”
Both Kinley and Logan nodded in recognition of the reference. “It was a pretty wedding,” Kinley said to Alexis. “Mandy wanted lots of grape clusters and wine bottles and brick-red and olive-green buntings. She even managed to find a few oak wine casks for decoration. Logan set them in place where she wanted them and then we arranged groupings of candles and wine bottles on them with artificial grapes draped over the sides.”
“Sounds lovely.”
“It was,” Sharon agreed drily. “Too bad the bride moved home to her mother two months later.”
Liberty waved a hand dismissively. “Adjustment issues,” she said lightly. “She and Blake are back together now. Mostly.”
Alexis had to make an effort not to look at Logan. Because she didn’t, she wondered if he was deliberately not looking at her, either. But still she sensed he shared her admittedly cynical reaction to the update.
“Anyway,” Liberty continued, “I had an idea for my wedding theme...”
Logan made a low sound that Alexis interpreted as a swallowed groan. Kinley shot him a quick, stern look before saying encouragingly to the bride-to-be, “What’s your idea, Liberty?”
“Well, my fiancé...” She giggled at the word, proving how new it still was to her, and flashed her ring in the late-afternoon sun. “My fiancé went to school in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and now he’s this huge New Orleans Saints fan. You know, football?”
Kinley nodded. Alexis swallowed, as this was the first she’d heard of a possible theme for the wedding she’d been hired only a couple days earlier to organize. Already she suspected what theme Liberty was considering, and she was proved right when the young woman blurted, “Mardi Gras! We can have beads and masks and lots of streamers and colored lights and balloons and stuff. Maybe some green and yellow and purple curtains hanging on the gazebo. And you know what would be really cool? Some of those big papier-mâché heads scattered around the gardens. Ooh, and maybe Steve and I could arrive on a Mardi Gras float that really moves, like pulled by a tractor or horses or something.”
This time Alexis couldn’t resist looking at Logan. He gazed back at her with a scowl that made it clear he expected her to rein in her client before she started asking for wrought-iron balconies and a steamboat.
Before Alexis could speak, Liberty’s mother gave a laugh and patted her daughter’s shoulder. “Take it down a notch there, sweetie. You’re getting carried away.”
Sharon shook her head indulgently as she looked at the others. “Liberty tends to go overboard when she lets her enthusiasm get away with her. She’s just so bright and creative, it’s hard to contain it sometimes.”
“New Orleans and Mardi Gras are both very workable themes,” Kinley told them gently. “I’m sure Alexis can help you come up with some beautiful and feasible ideas.”
“Of course,” Alexis assured them all. “I’ve organized Mardi Gras parties before. This would be my first Mardi Gras wedding, but we can definitely work with the theme.”
“We’ll have to think about this a bit more,” Sharon said. “Just yesterday she was talking about a Japanese theme. We’ll consult with her fiancé and come up with a final choice and then we’ll call you for another appointment, Alexis.”
“Yes, of course.”
Sharon looked at her watch. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we really must be going. We’re having dinner with her fiancé’s parents this evening and we need to change. No need to walk us to our car. Thank you for the lovely tour, Kinley. It’s going to be the perfect spot for my daughter’s wedding, no matter what theme she chooses. Nice to meet you, Logan.”
Mother and daughter hurried away, climbing the terraced steps to the side lawn and disappearing around the building. Liberty was still babbling about oversize decorations as her voice faded into the distance.
Logan barely waited until the pair was out of earshot. Hands on his hips beneath his jacket, he glared at both Kinley and Alexis. “Mardi Gras floats? Are you freaking kidding me? Or maybe she’ll go back to her original Japanese idea and expect me to cut all the trees down to bonsai size and convert the gazebo into a pagoda.