to worry that Silver won’t show up with the bar, or Gary won’t deliver the right number of chairs. In some ways, we’re able to pass on some of the work directly to our vendors, which keeps costs down.”
She showed him a basic contract and talked about the various weddings coming up in the next few weeks.
“I’d like to go to one,” he said.
“You’re not crashing a wedding. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Could I work at one?”
Renee pulled up her wedding calendar, then tabbed through the various menus. “The apple wedding is coming up. The drinks are all premixed, so you could talk to Silver about helping her. If you know how to be a waiter, then you could talk to the catering company.”
“I’ll go see Silver,” he said. “I think I’d do better with drinks than food.”
“There is less to go wrong.”
He flashed her a smile. It was a good one that had her toes doing a little curl in her sensible pumps.
“What other themes do you have coming up?”
“Can’t get excited about the apple wedding?” she asked, her voice teasing.
“I’m going to see it for myself, and that will be plenty.”
She looked at the calendar. “It’s fall so we have some that are just seasonally based. There’s a Halloween wedding, which should be interesting, and a football wedding.” She looked at him. “It’s more Dallas Cowboys–based than generic football. I was a little nervous, but it’s turning out beautifully. The wedding colors are the silver and blue. The bridesmaids are all in silver and the dresses are gorgeous. I’m getting excited about it. We’re also doing a Scottish wedding. That couple lives in Sedona so we have most of our meetings in person. With the other couples, most of the meetings are teleconferences.”
She paused, not sure what else he wanted to hear about. Before she could ask, he said, “What’s wrong with the Halloween wedding?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“Your voice was different when you mentioned it. As if you didn’t approve or something.”
“What? No. It’s fine. There are a lot of fun elements. The best man is the bride’s dog.”
His gaze didn’t waver. “There’s something, Renee. I can hear it.”
How could he have guessed? Was it a writer thing or was she not hiding her feelings? She bit her lower lip.
“It’s not anything,” she said slowly. “At least it’s not anything I can define. I just don’t...” She glared at him. “This is just between us. You can’t tell anyone or put it in your book.”
He set down the tablet. “I won’t betray you.”
For a second she wondered if he meant something else by his words, or had a different meaning. She told herself not to be ridiculous.
“I don’t have a good feeling about them,” she admitted. “I can’t explain it beyond that. Sometimes, when I’m working with a couple, I get a sense of whether or not they’re going to make it. Maybe it’s how they treat each other. I don’t know.”
“They’re not going to make it?”
She hesitated before shaking her head. “I don’t think so. I hope I’m wrong. I hope they live long, happy lives together.”
“But you don’t think so.”
“No.”
“It’s okay. People have intuition about different things. This is your area of expertise. You’ve seen a lot of couples come and go. Of course you’d have a sense of them.”
He rose. “Thanks for all the information. I’m going to head home and process it. I promise not to show up again without giving you a little notice.”
“That would work.”
He surprised her by closing the door, then circling around her desk and drawing her to her feet. When she was standing, he cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her.
“Thank you for your help,” he murmured, his mouth moving against hers.
“You’re, ah, welcome.”
He chuckled, kissed her again, then walked to the door.
“I’ll be in touch,” he promised.
“I look forward to it.”
And then he was gone. Renee sank back in her seat and pressed a hand to her chest. The man had skills. With nothing more than a very fleeting kiss, he’d made her heart race.
Work, she reminded herself. She had to focus on work. She glanced at the tablet and saw she’d pulled up the Halloween wedding. Instantly her good mood vanished. She did not want to be right about Andrew and Asia, but she was afraid she was.
Intuition, he called it. She could accept that. At least she wasn’t doing anything crazy like claiming she could see ghosts or talk to animals and wasn’t that a good