Page 71 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

“How the hell did they find out?” They’d kept everything on the down-low. All the guests had to sign NDAs. “They’re not even invited.”

“Yeah, I’m on that. Believe me. I’m going to figure it out.”

Booker liked seeing this change in his client. In the past, he clung to his relationships with his parents and siblings, but after he moved to Wyoming to play for the Renegades, he slowly changed his perspective. He’d gone no-contact two years ago.

“Those fuckers.” They’d chosen July for a reason. Hockey season was approaching, and Noa was going on tour. Now was the only time they could do it.

“Yeah.”

“So, you’re rescheduling?” Booker asked. “Can you get your money back?”

“I don’t give a fuck about the money. I want to marry her. But no, there’re no refunds at this point.”

Ginty had paid for everything himself. The luxury hotel, the food, drinks, activities—no one had to give a thought to tips or extras.

“I’m sorry.” He meant it. Genuinely. “So, what’s the plan?”

“No plan. She’s leaving soon, and training starts next month.”

The couple had planned the wedding themselves. It had taken a year to get every detail in place. “Well, that’s bullshit.” No way would Booker let them give up. “We’re going to make it happen.”

“I’m not doing a courthouse wedding. Noa deserves to be treated like a queen. I want to watch her sashay her fine ass down the aisle. I want to kiss her in front of everyone and let the world know she’s mine.”

After all his family had put him through, Ginty deserved it. “I’ve got this. Let me plan something.”

“What do you mean?” his client asked.

“I’ll put something together for you. It won’t be as elaborate, but it’ll be good.”

“You know how long it took to put this wedding together?” Ginty asked.

“I do. But I can make something good happen.”

“It’s too late to swerve,” Ginty said. “A lot of people are on their way to the island right now.”

“Okay, maybe we can’t have all hundred and fifty people there, but we can have the people who matter most to you.”

“That would be my teammates and her sisters.”

“Then, it should probably be in Calamity.” His stomach tightened, and that familiar sense of dread washed through him. If he did this, he’d be responsible for contacting all three of his old friends. But he shoved all that nonsense aside. “Come on. Let’s do this.”

His client chuckled.

“What?” Booker asked.

“The maid of honor said the same thing.”

The bride’s friend was an even more famous musician. “Are you serious? Lorelei Calloway’s going to plan your wedding? You should’ve led with that.”

“She’s offered her place, but I didn’t take her up on it.”

“How many people can she accommodate?” Booker asked.

“It’s a huge property. Used to be a camp for, like, scientific study or some shit. Outdoor adventures. It sat on the market for years because it’s in the middle of a national forest, but I guess the remoteness was what she was looking for.”

“By camp, do you mean it has cabins?”

“Yeah, exactly. A lot of them. It’s got everything. Archery and skeet shooting ranges, a fly-fishing river, a spa, and a bonfire pit. This place is wild.”

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