“That’s right. He has a lot of work to do planning our wedding,” I said cooly.
Evelyn dropped the champagne flute she was sipping from. Lucy choked on the cake still in her mouth.
“You’re what?” he hissed, addressing me directly for the first time all day.
Weston tensed and looked down at me in shock. When I nodded at him, his eyes shot back to Dominic.
“You heard her. Our wedding,” Weston said. He moved his large hand to the back of my neck and rubbed it gently. It felt warm.
Dominic stammered.
“We can talk about it more on Monday, father. Right now, I need to take my fiancée to see her mother.”
Everyone looked shocked except for Drayven who had a smirk on his face and was slowly shaking his head like he knew something.
I stepped away from Weston and took Lucy’s hand. “I’ll explain everything later,” I whispered to her.
She nodded but still scratched her head.
Weston touched my shoulder and motioned for us to head out.
“My luggage?” I asked.
“We’ll have them shipped to Seattle—along with your mother’s. You’ll both be staying with me.”
There was no room for objection. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and the seriousness of his voice told me not to push the subject.
So much for working out the details. Guess we were going to wing it.
CHAPTERTEN
WESTON
“Muriel,you didn’t tell us your daughter was dating a movie star,” said the grey-haired woman as I brought Quinn and her mother’s luggage out to the front porch.
Quinn remained quiet. Telling my parents we were engaged was one thing, but lying to the people she loved and grew up with was something else entirely.
We decided to tell Muriel everything on the short plane ride to Seattle.
Lucy hadn’t stopped texting me since the moment we left. I’d have to handle her later. For now, I told her just to trust me and not to say or speculate anything with our mother and father.
Drayven would keep her in check and focused on their wedding.
Muriel came out of the house with her purse and a light jacket.
“Ready to go, Mr. Myles,” she said playfully. I had already told her to call me Weston, and her response was,When I feel comfortable with my daughter’s man, I will.
When we were all in the car and Jerri waved us goodbye, Muriel started up.
“Ok, you two better tell me exactly what is going on here. I trust my daughter, so I didn’t put up a fight when she told me I needed to come with you both. But all this is a lot.”
Quinn looked at me. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.
“Well, Muriel. Your daughter has agreed to enter into a temporary business agreement with me,” I began.
Quinn took over.
“Weston’s father gave him less than three months to find and marry someone. If he doesn’t, the company he runs, along with his entire inheritance, will go to someone else.”