The Wedding Planner's Big Day. Cara Colter

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      “Is this the budget?”

      “No, silly, just the deposit.”

      “What exactly is your budget?” Becky had asked. Her voice had been shaking as badly as her fingers.

      “Limitless,” Allie had said casually. “And I fully intend to exceed it. You don’t think I’m going to be outdone by Roland Strump’s daughter, do you?”

      “Allie, maybe you should hire whoever did the Strump wedding, I—”

      “Nonsense. Have fun with it, for Pete’s sake. Haven’t you ever had fun? I hope you and Drew don’t manage to bring down the mood of the whole wedding. Sourpusses.”

      Sourpuss? She was studious to be sure, but sour? Becky had put down the phone contemplating that. Had she ever had fun? Even at Happily-Ever-After, planning fun events for other people was very serious business, indeed.

      Well, now she knew who Drew was. And Allie had been right when it came to him. He could definitely be a sourpuss! It was more worrying that he planned to take off his shirt. She had to get back to business.

      “Mr. Jordan—”

      “Drew is fine. And what should I call you?”

      Barnum. “Becky is fine. We can’t just throw a bunch of tables out on the front lawn as if this were the church picnic.”

      “We’re back to that headache.” His lips twitched. “I’m afraid my experience with church picnics has been limited.”

      Yes, it was evident he was all devilish charm and dark seduction, while it was written all over her that that was what she came from: church picnics and 4-H clubs, a place where the Fourth of July fireworks were the event of the year.

      She shifted her attention to the second no. “And we absolutely need some sort of dance floor. Have you ever tried to dance on grass? Or sand?”

      “I’m afraid,” Drew said, “that falls outside of the realm of my experience, too. And you?”

      “Oh, you know,” she said. “We like to dust up our heels after the church picnic.”

      He nodded, as if that was more than evident to him and he had missed her sarcasm completely.

      She focused on his third veto. She looked at her clumsy drawing of a small gazebo on the beach. She had envisioned Allie and Joe saying their vows under it, while their guests sat in beautiful lightweight chairs looking at them and the sea beyond them.

      “And what’s your complaint with this one?”

      “I’ll forgive you this oversight because of where you are from.”

      “Oversight?”

      “I wouldn’t really expect a girl from Michigan to have foreseen this. The wedding—” he managed to fill that single word with a great deal of contempt “—according to my notes, is supposed to take place at 4:00 p.m. on June third.”

      “Correct.”

      “If you Google the tide chart for that day, you’ll see that your gazebo would have water lapping up to the third stair. I’m not really given to omens, but I would probably see that as one.”

      She was feeling very tired of Google, except in the context of learning about him. It seemed to her he was the kind of man who brought out the weakness in a woman, even one who had been made as cynical as she had been. Because she felt she could ogle him all day long. And he knew it, she reminded herself.

      “So,” she said, a little more sharply than intended, “what do you suggest?”

      “If we scratch the pavilion for two hundred—”

      “I can get more people to help you.”

      He went on as if she hadn’t spoken. “I can probably build you a rudimentary gazebo at a different location.”

      “What about the dance floor?”

      “I’ll think about it.”

      He said that as if he were the boss, not her. From what she had glimpsed about him on the internet he was very used to being in charge. And he obviously knew his stuff, and was good with details. He had spotted the weather and the tides, after all. Really, she should be grateful. What if her bride had marched down her tulip-lined aisle—or whatever the aisle ended up being lined with—to a wedding gazebo that was slowly being swallowed by water?

      It bothered her to even think it, but Drew Jordan was right. That would have been a terrible omen.

      Still, gratitude was not what Becky felt. Not at all.

      “You are winning the headache contest by a country mile,” she told him.

      “I’m no kind of expert on the country,” he said, without regret, “but I am competitive.”

      “What did Allie tell you? Are you in charge of construction?”

      “Absolutely.”

      He said it too quickly and with that self-assured smile of a man way too used to having his own way, particularly with the opposite sex.

      “I’m going to have to call Allie and see what that means,” Becky said, steeling herself against that smile. “I’m happy to leave construction to you, but I think I should have the final word on what we are putting up and where.”

      “I’m okay with that. As long as it’s reasonable.”

      “I’m sure we define that differently.”

      He flashed his teeth at her again. “I’m sure we do.”

      “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.”

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