The Wedding Planner's Big Day. Cara Colter
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“Would it help you do your job if I brought more people on-site? Carpenters and such?”
“That’s a great idea, but I don’t work with strangers. Joe and I have worked together a lot. He’ll be here tomorrow.”
“That wouldn’t be very romantic, him building the stuff for his own wedding.”
“Or you could see it as him putting an investment and some effort into his own wedding.”
She sighed. “You want him here so you can try to bully him out of getting married.”
“I resent the implication I would bully him.”
But Becky was stunned to see doubt flash across those self-confident features. “He isn’t talking to you, is he?” Becky guessed softly.
She could tell Drew was not accustomed to this level of perception. He didn’t like it one little bit.
“I have one of my teams arriving soon. And Joe. I’m here a day early to do some initial assessments. What I need is for you to pick the site for the exchange of vows so that I can put together a plan. We don’t have as much time as you think.”
Which was truly frightening, because she did not think they had any time at all. Becky looked at her desk: flowers to be ordered, ceremony details to be finalized, accommodations to be organized, boat schedules, food, not just for the wedding feast, but for the week to follow, and enough staff to pull off pampering two hundred people.
“And don’t forget fireworks,” she added.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” she muttered. She did not want to be thinking of fireworks around a man like Drew Jordan. Her eyes drifted to his lips. If she were ever to kiss someone like that, it would be the proverbial fireworks. And he knew it, too. That was why he was smiling evilly at her!
Suddenly, it felt like nothing in the world would be better than to get outside away from this desk—and from him—and see this beautiful island. So far, she had mostly experienced it by looking out her office window. The sun would be going down soon. She could find a place to hold the wedding and watch the sun go down.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll find a new site. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve got it.”
“Let’s do it together. That might save us some grief.”
She was not sure that doing anything with him was going to save her some grief. She needed to get away from him...and the thoughts of fireworks he had caused.
“I’D PREFER TO do it on my own,” Becky said, even though it seemed ungracious to say so. She felt a need to establish who was running the cir—show.
“But here’s the problem,” Drew said with annoying and elaborate patience.
“Yes?”
“You’ll pick a site on your own, and then I’ll go look at it and say no, and so then you’ll pick another site on your own, and I’ll go look at it and say no.”
She scowled at him. “You’re being unnecessarily negative.”
He shrugged. “I’m just making the point that we could, potentially, go on like that endlessly, and there is a bit of a time crunch here.”
“I think you just like using the word no,” she said grumpily.
“Yes,” he said, deadpan, as if he was not being deliberately argumentative now.
She should argue that she was quite capable of picking the site by herself and that she had no doubt her next selection would be fine, but her first choice was not exactly proof of that. And besides, then who would be the argumentative one?
“It’s too late today,” Drew decided. “Joe’s coming in on the first flight. Why don’t we pick him up and the three of us will pick a site that works for the gazebo?”
“Yes, that would be fine,” she said, aware her voice was snapping with ill grace. Really, it was an opportunity. Tomorrow morning she would not scrape her hair back into a careless ponytail. She would apply makeup to hide how her fair skin, fresh out of a Michigan winter, was already blotchy from the sun.
* * *
Should she wear her meet-the-potential-client suit, a cream-colored linen by a famous designer? That would certainly make a better impression than shorty-shorts and a sleeveless tank that could be mistaken for underwear!
But the following morning it was already hot, and there was no dry cleaner on the island to take a sweat-drenched dress to.
Aware she was putting way too much effort into her appearance, Becky donned white shorts and a sleeveless sun-yellow shirt. She put on makeup and left her hair down. And then she headed out of her room.
She met Drew on the staircase.
He looked unreasonably gorgeous!
“Good morning,” she said. She was stupidly pleased by how his eyes trailed to her hair and her faintly glossed lips.
He returned her greeting gruffly and then went down the stairs in front of her, taking them two at a time. But he stopped and held open the main door for her. They were hit by a wall of heat.
“It’s going to be even hotter in two weeks,” Drew told her, when he watched her pause and draw in her breath on the top stair of the castle.
“Must you be so negative?”
“Pragmatic,” he insisted. “Plus...”
“Don’t tell me. I already know. You looked it up. That’s how you know it will be even hotter in two weeks.”
He nodded, pleased with himself.
“Keep it up,” she warned him, “and you’ll have to present me with the prize. A king-size bottle of headache relief.”
They stood at the main door to the castle, huge half circles of granite forming a staircase down to a sparkling expanse of emerald lawn. The lawn was edged with a row of beautifully swaying palm trees, and beyond that was a crescent of powdery white sand beach.
“That beach looks so much less magical now that I know it’s going to be underwater at four o’clock on June the third.”
* * *
Drew glanced at Becky. She looked older and more sophisticated with her hair down and makeup on. She had gone from cute to attractive.
It occurred to Drew that Becky was the kind of woman who brought out things in a man that he would prefer to think he didn’t have. Around a woman like this a man could find himself wanting to protect himself—and her—from disappointments. That’s all he wanted for Joe, too, not to bully him but to protect him.
He’d hated that question, the one he hadn’t answered. Had he bullied his brother? He hoped not. But the sad truth was Joe had been seven when Drew, seventeen, was appointed his guardian. Drew had floundered, in way over his head, and he’d resorted to doing whatever needed to be done to get his little brother through childhood.
No wonder his brother was so hungry for love that he’d marry the first beautiful woman who blinked sideways at him.
Unless he could talk some sense into him. He cocked his head. He was pretty sure he could hear the plane coming.
“How hot is it supposed to be on June third?” she asked. He could hear the reluctance to even ask in her voice.
“You know that expression? Hotter than Hades—”
“Never mind. I get it. All the more reason that we really need the pavilion,” she said. “We’ll need protection from the sun. I planned to have the tables running this way, so everyone could just turn