Page 72 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

“You’ve been there?” Booker needed to see this place for himself.

“Sure.”

“Well, what do you think? Will it work for a wedding?” A remote spread in the Tetons was a far cry from St. Lucia. “Does she have staff to help us pull this off?”

“She’s got people, yeah.”

If they had a venue, he was pretty sure they could pull it off. “So, are we doing this? Is this what you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s stopping you?” Booker asked.

“Probably the fact that I’m so pissed at my family I can’t see straight.”

“That’s fair. So, it comes down to this. Do you want to put your wedding off and go through the planning process all over again?”

“Hell, no,” Ginty said.

“We can’t give you St. Lucia, but we can get you married. You down to do this?”

“When you put it that way? Yeah, I am.”

“Then, we’ll make it happen. Text me Lorelei’s number.”

“You’re fuckin’ amazing,” Ginty said. “Thank you.”

As soon as they disconnected, Booker switched his flight from St. Lucia to Calamity, Wyoming. And then he replied to Ginty’s text message.

Booker: Make sure you let her know I’m calling.

Ginty: Will do.

With stop-and-go traffic, it was almost a relief to switch venues. He never would’ve made that flight. He dialed the singer’s number.

It rang three times before a woman gave a breathless, “Hello?”

“Hey. This is Booker Hayes. Ginty’s agent.”

“Funny, he called you a friend, but okay, Booker Hayes. Are we doing this?”

The sound of her voice plucked a chord inside him, but he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the familiarity of her voice. He didn’t listen to pop music, but he’d certainly heard her songs.You’d have to live under a rock not to. “If you’re up for hosting it, then, yeah, we are.”

“I’m up for it, but it’s going to take a lot of work to get it set up in such a short amount of time. We’ve got the space and the beds, though, and I think that’s the important thing.”

“Cool.” He was curious to see this property. “What can I do to help?”

“I’ll let you know when you get here.”

Damn. He liked that. So many people wasted time pretending they didn’t want to bother you.Oh, nothing. It’s fine. I’ve got it. He liked people who didn’t fuck around.

“Right now, I’m in delegating mode,” she said. “I’ve been doing nonstop construction since I moved here, so I’ve just reassigned the guys. The guest cabin bathrooms haven’t been touched since the nineties. My dad and stepmom are heading to Idaho Springs to buy linens and toiletries and all the adult toys?—”

“Whoa. Hang on. Are we talking about the same event? I’m talking about Ginty and Noa’s wedding.”

She burst into laughter. Of course, he knew what she meant. He’d only been joking, but her response made him smile.

“Oh, my God. I meant bows and arrows. Skeet guns. Floaties for the pool. That kind of thing. Although now that you mention it, we could put together some goody bags for the guests. Not a bad idea. I like the way you think.”

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