Make Her Wish Come True Collection. Ann Lethbridge
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she demanded when she reached the throne. “Are you serious?”
“Annabelle thought it would look nice,” Shane said, his tone warning. “She gave it to me and I put it on.”
“Fine.” Evie liked her sister-in-law to-be and wasn’t about to take on Shane over fur. “Any other surprises?”
“If we told you, they wouldn’t be surprises,” Clay said.
“Great.”
Patience appeared at her side, clipboard in hand. “We’re making great progress. With everyone drinking coffee and eating cupcakes, we should get a nice rush in productivity and have all the work done in another hour or so.”
This time yesterday Evie would have said there was no way the sets could be spruced up in less than four hours. But now, surrounded by thirty or forty people digging in and getting it done, she realized it was more than possible.
“Thank you,” Evie told her. “This wouldn’t have happened without you and Charlie helping me.”
“You’re wonderful with Lillie, so I figure we’re even. Oh, I forgot to tell you, we’re all confirmed for the costumes and the makeup and hair. You know that’s all provided, right? We have a fitting and make sure the girls are set with the clothes, then talk about hair and makeup.”
The throat tightness was back again as she remembered the feuding stylist sisters story. “Let me guess. A couple of the local salons team up to take care of hair and makeup?”
“Exactly.”
“Is this place even real?”
“Of course it is. I know it seems like we’re really nice, but the truth is we’re pretty nosy, and getting involved means we get the good gossip first.”
Evie laughed. “I think the motivations are more altruistic than that.”
“Which means we have you fooled.” Patience started to say something else, but despite her open mouth, she was silent.
“What?” Evie asked, turning to follow her gaze. All she saw was some older woman with white hair walking into the warehouse. “You know her?”
“That’s Mayor Marsha,” Patience said, her voice hushed.
“Okay. Is it bad she’s here?”
“No. She always comes to things like this. It’s just…” Patience pointed. “Look.”
Evie did and saw nothing out of the ordinary. “You’ve got to give me a clue.”
“Look at what she’s wearing!”
“Jeans and a cardigan over a turtleneck?”
“She’s in pants.”
“Uh-huh. You know women have been wearing pants out in public for maybe a hundred years.”
“Not Mayor Marsha. She always wears a suit with a skirt. OMG.”
Evie started to laugh. “You did not just say OMG.”
“It’s Mayor Marsha in jeans. It’s an OMG moment. I have to go call my mom. She’ll die when I tell her.”
Patience pulled her cell phone out of her jacket pocket and pushed a button. Evie shook her head and walked back toward the people working.
Over the next hour, each of the sets was completed. Evie thanked the teams as they finished. She introduced herself to the mayor, who was a very pleasant woman. From what Evie could tell, no one else had shared Patience’s reaction to the mayor wearing pants.
“Thank you,” Evie told a blonde woman and her husband. “I’m sorry, I know you said your name, but I…” The woman was one of the triplets, but Evie had no idea which one.
“Don’t worry. You’ve met way too many people today. You can’t keep us all straight. I’m Nevada Janack and this is my husband, Tucker.”
Evie shook hands with both of them, telling herself Nevada was pregnant. That information would help her keep the name with the face, at least until Nevada gave birth. “You were both wonderful. You didn’t need to rebuild that whole section.”
“It needed it,” Tucker said. “Not to worry. Nevada and I are both in construction. So’s Will.” He pointed to the man who had been assisting them.
The three of them had taken apart the last set and basically created a new version from scratch. Now it was painted, and the pulley system for the falling snow gleamed with new hardware.
“Good luck with the show,” Tucker said, then turned to his wife. “I’m going to help Will load the truck.”
“Sure,” Nevada said, then she looked at Evie. “My two sisters said to say they’re sorry they couldn’t make it. They both have kids on the tail end of colds.”
“That’s fine. We had plenty of people.”
Nevada leaned toward her and lowered her voice. “Be grateful they didn’t come. One of my brothers is in the military. He just told us he’s not reenlisting, which means he’s coming home next year.”
Evie wasn’t sure what that had to do with her sets. “Okay. You must all be happy.”
“We are. We haven’t spent any time with Ford in years. But the thing is, my sisters are determined to get him married off as quickly as possible. They’re making a list of potential women and you’re on it.”
“Oh.” Evie took a step back. “While I’m flattered, I, ah…”
“Can get your own guy? That’s what I told them. Not that they’ll listen. Ford’s great. Don’t get me wrong, but matchmaking is a slick road to disaster.”
“I appreciate the warning.”
“Anytime.”
Technically, it wouldn’t ever be an issue, Evie thought. She wasn’t planning to be here a year from now. Although it made her kind of sad to think she wouldn’t be working on the dance again.
Nevada, Tucker and Will gathered their tools and left. Evie’s brothers had finished with the throne and were now checking to see which sets were dry and ready to be put away.
The nearly empty hallway smelled of paint and glue. The coffee and cupcakes had disappeared, and sometime when she hadn’t been looking, someone had cleaned up the brushes and neatly stacked the cans of paint.
Shane and Rafe wheeled the throne back into the storage locker while Clay crossed to Evie.
“Five of the sets need to dry a little more before we store them,” he told her. “I talked to the manager, and he said we can leave the sets out as long as they’re not in the way. I’ll swing by later and put them back into storage.”
“I can do it,” she said, surprised he would offer.
“Some of them are heavy. I’ll take care of it.” He draped his arm over her shoulder. “Then you’ll owe me and I like the sound of that.”
“Thanks,” she told him.
“No problem.”
Clay joined his brothers. A few minutes later, Dante and Evie were left alone in the warehouse. She pulled out her phone and glanced at the time.
“It’s not even noon.”
“Told you,” Dante said. “You have to have a little faith in people.”
“Oh, please. You’re a lawyer. Faith is hardly your strong suit.”
“I have my moments.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “The tree lighting ceremony is tonight. Want to go with me?”
The sense of anticipation that had been so obviously quiet when she’d been speaking to Gideon