don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to feel like you, like all of this doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“That’s a lot of don’ts, Mackensie.” Studying her, he put on his coat. “You might turn that coin and take a look at what you do want.” He walked to the door. “And a correction? I’m not infatuated with you. I’m in love with you. That’s something we’ll both have to deal with.”
He went out, closed the door quietly.
SHE GOT THROUGH IT. WHATEVER WENT ON IN HER HEART, IN her gut, couldn’t be allowed in her head during an event. Crop it out, she ordered herself, because the day wasn’t about her any more than the day before had been about the idiot brother of the groom.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Emma asked her as they circled the dance floor.
“No. It doesn’t belong here.”
“I saw your mother’s car outside your studio. I didn’t see yours.”
“Not now, Em.”
“This is winding down. I’ll talk to you after.”
“I don’t want to talk. I don’t have time for cookies and soul-searching. I’m working.”
As if, Emma thought, and hunted down Parker. “Something’s wrong with Mac.”
“Yes, I know.” Parker stood by the long entry table supervising the transfer of gifts to the limo outside. “We’ll deal with it after.”
“She’s going to try to evade.” Like Parker, Emma kept an easy smile on her face. “I’m worried because she’s not mad. Usually dealing with her mother makes her mad. It can bring her down, but the mad’s there.”
“Nothing to do until we can do it. Last dance is coming up,” Parker calculated after a glance at her watch. “She’ll want to take the departure shots outside. If she’s in serious brood mode, she’ll go home directly from there. So, we’ll head her off, gauge the ground.”
If she’d been using her head, Mac would have known they were laying for her. But the sheer relief of having it over, of knowing she’d done her job and done it well blocked out the rest.
She lowered her camera as the limo glided down the drive.
“Quick meeting when we’re clear,” Parker announced.
“Listen, I’m behind at the studio. I’ll copy your notes.”
“It won’t take long. We need to make sure everything’s as it should be for the presentation tomorrow. Good evening. Drive safely.” Parker smiled at a group of departing guests. “I think that’s about the last of them. Let’s do the sweep. Take the second floor, will you?”
Annoyed, Mac stomped upstairs. She wanted to go home, damn it. She wanted to be alone, to work. And she wanted to work until her eyes blurred. Then she wanted to go to bed and sleep off this misery.
But no, everything had to be in place first. It was Parker-law.
The subs had set the bride’s and groom’s suites to rights again, but she checked the bathrooms, just in case. They’d once found a wedding guest curled up asleep in the clawfoot tub in the bride’s space—the morning after an event.
While she finished the security check, she considered ducking out one of the side doors to avoid the meeting. But that would just piss the rest of them off, and they’d come after her.
She didn’t want another confrontation, another emotional scene. Over my quota already, she thought. So she’d be a good girl, do the postevent roundup, get through the briefing for tomorrow’s proposal.
Better anyway, she decided. Less time to think. Thinking was far down the list of activities she wanted to pursue.
It didn’t surprise her to see Laurel setting up tea and finger sandwiches. Vows meetings traditionally included food and beverage of some sort.
“Nice event,” Laurel said casually. “Nobody punched anybody in the face. No booting in the shrubbery, and as far as we know, no one used any of the facilities for inappropriate sex.”
“Sunday events tend to be tame.” Emma slipped out of her shoes and stretched.
“You forget the Greenburg-Fogelman wedding.”
“Oh, yeah. That had all of the above, and more.”
Unable to sit, to settle, Mac wandered to the window. “It’s starting to snow. At least it waited until we were clear.”
“Which we are,” Parker said as she came in. “Cleaning crew’s starting on the Ballroom. Mrs. Seaman may want another look around tomorrow, so we need to shine. Laurel, menu?”
“An assortment of mini pastries, coffee, tea, fresh orange juice. To be followed during my presentation—which is the final—with the cake tasting. We’ll also have an assortment of chocolate with the B and G’s names or monogram in gold. I’ve