Wedding Vows: Just Married. Nancy Warren

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СКАЧАТЬ very artistic,” Karen said, in a way that suggested she wasn’t good with words or people. Which was, of course, basically true.

      “I can see that,” Ron said, gazing at the cake behind her. He was so incredibly neat, his not too long and not too short hair parted precisely, his shirt wrinkle-free, his shoes shining.

      Today, as she often did, she wore clothes in Indian cotton that were already wrinkled, and she had a bad habit of getting icing in her hair. Her apron was certainly well-splotched with food coloring, bits of icing, and she noticed, glancing down at her plastic clogs, that there was a lump of marzipan on her toe. Next to this extraordinarily tidy man she felt like a disaster.

      “This cake is incredible.”

      “Thanks. It’s obviously a traditional cake, but I do all kinds.”

      “There’s a book out front with samples of her work. You’ll have to take a look when you get a second.”

      “I’d like that,” he said.

      “And this is Anton. He’s one of Chelsea’s people,” Karen said, smoothly leading him to another part of the kitchen. They both admitted that Anton’s soup smelled amazing, and then Karen whisked Ron away to meet the caterer who was upstairs.

      Chelsea arrived in the kitchen herself not half an hour later and Anton said, “Why do we have a CPA prowling around the kitchen? We’re not getting audited, are we?”

      “No, of course not. Karen’s dating him and I guess they got to talking and she decided to hire him.”

      “Karen’s dating Ron?” Laurel gasped.

      “Sure, why not?”

      “I don’t know, he seems so…” She couldn’t find the word she was looking for. All she could come up with was “understated.”

      Chelsea grinned at her. “Well, they do say that opposites attract.”

      She thought of herself, One Big Mess—and a colorful mess at that—and the tidiest, most understated man in the world and the strange, instantaneous attraction she’d felt toward him. “Yes, I guess you’re right.”

      “SO, WHAT DID YOU THINK of our operation?” Karen asked Ron as they settled themselves back at her office. Lasagna was a treat she didn’t allow herself very often, but she felt she needed to do something special for Ron after his embarrassment yesterday morning when Dexter had shown up at her door far too early in the day. Or maybe she felt some urge to punish herself by porking out on hundreds of calories of all her favorite things. So, she’d work extra hard at the gym tonight on her way home.

      “You’ve got a great setup here. I think you’re smart to have alliances with other businesses without setting yourself up as their employer. Makes your life a whole lot easier.” He paused, took off his glasses and reaching into his pocket removed a cloth and began to polish the lenses. Then he replaced his glasses carefully. “Now, let’s take a look at your accounting setup.”

      Karen was only too happy to have an outside expert look over her books and her systems. Ron was an easy person to have around, he didn’t irritate her or ask her a million questions when she was busy, he simply got on with his work quietly.

      And, much less quietly, she got on with hers.

      “You want a live streamed video feed of your ceremony to go online?” she said into the phone, rolling her eyes as she grabbed a pen. “Right, I’m sure it would be nice for the folks back home to watch you live. Mmm-hmm. Yes, I’m sure they do offer that in Las Vegas.”

      She sighed. Scribbled notes. It was always something. “It’s not a service I get called on to do very often, but let me look into it and get back to you.” And she hung up the phone.

      “People want to have their wedding televised?” Ron asked, looking startled.

      “It’s like everybody wants their own reality show these days.”

      “Can you do it?”

      She glanced up from her notes. “Provide a live feed? Oh, sure. I can do pretty much anything if it’s legal and somebody’s willing to pay for it.”

      “If I ever get married, I won’t want it on TV.”

      Chelsea strolled in just then with a menu in her hands. “Won’t want what on TV?”

      “Ron doesn’t want his wedding televised.”

      Chelsea blinked at him and then at Karen. “You’re getting married?”

      Ron looked understandably harried by this turn in the conversation and Karen had to laugh at his hunted expression. “No, we were talking about some of the outrageous requests I get from brides and grooms.”

      Chelsea stepped forward and placed the menu on Karen’s desk. “This is the menu for the underwater crowd. Let me know what you think. I may have gone overboard on the fish courses.” She stepped back and added, “I’ve always said if you call your business If You Can Dream It, you have to expect strange requests.”

      “There’s a perfect wedding for everyone. I simply help make it happen.” She looked up at Chelsea, so busy with her catering company that she wasn’t getting her own wedding planned and decided this was the perfect moment to find out a few details subtly, so she asked Ron, “What would your perfect wedding be?”

      He removed his glasses and polished them, which she was beginning to recognize as a stalling gesture. “Well, I can’t say I’ve given it too much thought,” he said to the lenses. “But now that my parents are both gone I suppose something very simple would suit me. A nice lunch, perhaps, for a very few friends and colleagues. And then my new wife and I would fly to Ireland.”

      “Ireland?” both women said at once.

      He replaced his glasses and blinked at them. “Why not? I’ve always wanted to go there.”

      “Well, it’s not exactly the top honeymoon destination.” Chelsea smiled her lovely smile. “But maybe you’ll find an Irish woman to marry.”

      “I only meant—”

      “What about you, Chels?” Karen interrupted, knowing Ron was uncomfortable discussing something so theoretical. “What’s your ideal wedding?”

      “Honestly? I cater so many weddings and there’s still so much post-divorce bitterness between my parents that my dream wedding is to hop on a plane, go to a first-class resort and be waited on.” A dreamy expression floated across her face. “No sourcing fresh ingredients or worrying about food allergies. We’d laze around all day and order room service when we got hungry. Or just stay in bed all day. Perfect bliss.”

      “Why don’t you do it, then?”

      She fiddled with her engagement ring. “It’s sort of complicated. First there was the whole fake engagement thing last year, and now that we’re really getting married, David’s entire firm is getting involved. Somebody’s brother-in-law will play the fiddle, another has a friend who’s a photographer, you know how it is.”

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