The Best Man and The Wedding Planner. Teresa Carpenter

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      “At least she lets her suckers off the line.”

      “What does that mean?”

      “Nothing.” He ran a hand around the back of his neck, loosening tight muscles. “It’s hard to let my parents just be when they keep harping on me to join the campaign trail.”

      “They want you to run for office?”

      “Oh, yeah. I’m to stop messing around with my little hobby and turn my mind to upholding the family name by running for the next open seat in congress.”

      “Hobby? Didn’t I read an article that your company just landed a hundred-million-dollar government contract to upgrade electronic security for the military?”

      “You did.” While he talked he opened the seating arrangement program. “And between that contract and Antonio selling me his share of the business, I’ve met a goal I set the day I opened my business.”

      Clearly, resignation overshadowed pride, so she ventured, “You exceeded your father’s net worth?”

      He shifted to study her. “So you’re psychic as well as a wedding planner?”

      “When you work with people as closely as I do, you get to know how they think.”

      “Hmm.”

      “It’s an impressive accomplishment.”

      The Sullivans came from old money made from banking and transportation. Their political dynasty went back several generations. “Your parents must be proud of you.”

      “They didn’t even mention it. Too focused on when I’d leave it all behind and fall in line with my family obligations.” He tapped a few keys and her seating arrangement popped up on the screen. “Feels kind of hollow now.”

      “I’m sorry.”

      He didn’t look up. “It doesn’t matter.”

      “You mean it didn’t matter to them.”

      He gave a negligent shrug. “I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”

      “Well, I officially call the parent battle a draw. I know it’s not the same but...congratulations.”

      That earned her a half smile and a nod. Then he started to run her through the features of the computer program.

      “This is fabulous.” All she had to do was type a name into a seat slot and all the notes associated with that name appeared sorted by category and importance. “You have saved me hours of work.”

      His eyes gleamed as he went on to show her a few additional options. “And if you do this—” he punched a couple of keys “—it will auto-fill based on a selected category.” He clicked social standing and then pressed Enter. Names popped into assigned seats.

      She blinked. “Wow. What do the colors mean?” Many of the names were in red and blue.

      “Blue means there’s a conflict with someone else at the table. Red means there are two or more conflicts.”

      While he showed her how to access the conflicts, she impulsively pressed the button to call the attendant. The blonde appeared with impressive speed, her smile dimming slightly when she saw Lindsay seated with Zach.

      “How can I help you?”

      “We’d like two glasses of champagne, please. And some strawberries if you have them.”

      “I think I can find some. Be right back.”

      “Champagne?” He cocked his head. “You turned it down earlier.”

      “That was before. Now we have things to celebrate. I have this to help me finish my seating plan and you met a career-long goal.”

      The attendant arrived with a tray, setting it down between them. “Buon appetito! Ms. Reeves, would you like us to do your turndown service now?”

      “Sure.” Maybe the champagne would help her sleep. The woman turned away and Lindsay lifted a flute of bubbling gold wine. “To you. Congratulations and thank you.”

      * * *

      Zach lifted his flute and tapped it against Lindsay’s. “To you.” A crystal chime rang out as pretty as the sound of her laughter. Her simple gesture almost undid the butcher job his parent’s self-absorption had done to his pride. He didn’t get them, probably never would. They couldn’t spare the smallest show of affection. But this prickly little pixie put her animosity aside to toast his success.

      She didn’t know him except as a helpful jerk and a few dry facts on paper. Heck, she hugged the window in an attempt to maintain her distance yet she still celebrated his accomplishment.

      It almost made him feel bad about sabotaging the wedding.

       CHAPTER THREE

      IT WAS A drastic plan. One Zach took no pleasure in. But he’d do whatever necessary to ensure his friend didn’t suffer the frigid existence his parents called marriage. Antonio was already sacrificing his life for his country; selling off his business interests in America to Zach. He shouldn’t have to give up all chance of happiness, too.

      Zach reluctantly agreed to be best man. He didn’t believe in big, lavish weddings. And he didn’t approve of Tony’s insane sacrifice. So why would he agree? Because Tony was the closest thing he had to a brother. Of course, he had to support him.

      And of course he felt compelled to talk him out of throwing his future away.

      Zach knew the circumstances of Antonio’s marriage and it made him sick to think of his honorable, big-hearted friend locked into a miserable existence like his parents had shared.

      He wasn’t thinking of doing anything overt. Certainly nothing that would embarrass the royal family, especially his best friend. But he could cause a few delays. And earn enough time to talk his friend out of making the biggest mistake of his life.

      Tony had a lot on his plate taking on the leadership of his country. Halencia had reached a state of crisis. Antonio’s parents were gregarious, bigger-than-life characters madly in love with each other one moment and viciously in hate the next. There’d been public affairs and passionate reconciliations.

      The country languished under their inattention. The king and queen lived big and spent big, costing the country much-needed funds.

      The citizens of Halencia loved the drama, hated the politics. Demands for a change had started years ago but had become more persistent in the past five years. Until a year ago when the king was threatened with a paternity suit. It turned out Antonio wasn’t getting a new sibling. It was just a scare tactic gone wrong.

      But it was the last straw for the citizens of Halencia.

      The chancellor of the high counsel had gone to Antonio and demanded action be taken.

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