She smiled softly at me, her eyes filled with understanding. “No, you won’t be. And neither one of us should be here in the limelight now.”
I grinned. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“I think the cat’s out of the bag on that one,” she whispered, her eyes dancing with laughter. She smelled so good and felt fucking amazing against me. I wanted her. Just like that, I wanted her.
There was a connection there, I could feel it, and from the way that she swayed into me, even though I knew she didn’t want to because she was working, I felt like maybe she felt it too. Or maybe that’s just what I wanted. What I was dreaming about and imagining.
“You’re a wedding planner then. But you don’t work for Roy full-time.”
“He told you that?”
“Seems like Roy likes talking about everyone in his circles to each other,” I said with a laugh.
“Seems like. And I own my own business. It would be nice just to work for Roy, but Roy wasn’t sure if he wanted a full-time wedding planner since he has an event planner on hand.”
I nodded softly. “We’re thinking along the lines of having both. Because my brother Elliot would be great at all the other planning that comes to the resort, and any minute details that would come about. However, wedding planning isn’t something we’ve ever done before.”
“And running an entire inn and business like this is?”
“You got me there, but I don’t know if Elliot really wants to do that.”
“So would you hire on a wedding planner ad hoc, or would you have one on full-time?”
“That’s the discussion right now, and we’re leaning towards full-time.”
She grinned, and I couldn’t help in joining her. “Sounds like you guys are planning well.”
“If this weekend goes well, we sign on the dotted line on Monday.”
Her eyes widened, even as my heart raced. I didn’t know if it was the thought that we’d be spending a shit-ton of money on Monday or that smile on her face.
Damn it, I didn’t have time for this or complications, and yet I wanted her.
There was something seriously fucking wrong with me.
“Well, I think Roy said this would be a couple of hours away, so not exactly in my jurisdiction as it were, but I know some people. I’ll make sure you get my card afterward.”
“I see, you just want to give me your number?” I asked, teasing. I surprised myself by even saying it since that wasn’t normally like me, but she just smiled at me and shook her head.
“For work, buddy. Iamworking.”
The song began to shift to something else as people came out onto the dance floor, joining us, and I almost hated the interruption. But the connection didn’t snap. It didn’t go away. It was still there.
“That’s our cue. It was lovely meeting you, Eli. And I will get you my card.” She paused. “For work.”
“Whatever you say. The wedding is gorgeous.”
“Thank you, and I hope you sign on that dotted line on Monday. I don’t know. I just have a good feeling.”
So did I, but I didn’t say it. At least not then.
I followed her off the dance floor, ready to see if she wanted a drink, even if she was working. I couldn’t help it. Everett gave me a weird look, but I turned and kept my attention on the woman I couldn’t keep my mind off.
That was when I noticed the man in the slick gray suit, fancy haircut, and wide smile on his face come up to her.
She stiffened for just a moment.
“Clint,” she whispered as she pushed her honey-brown hair back from her face. Some of it had fallen from her bun and made her look far more disheveled than she was.