Page 82 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

“We can roast hot dogs for dinner tonight,” the bride said. “Would you like that?”

The girl nodded with total sincerity. “And mashmallows?”

“For sure. We’ll do s’mores for dessert. Wait a minute.” Noa leaned over and cupped the girl’s chin. She looked from her to Booker. “That’s so weird. You two have the exact same color eyes.”

Ginty shrugged. “I mean, they’re green.”

“Yeah, but they’re not typical at all. I always thought you had an unusual color, that sea glass green,” Noa said to Booker. “But I didn’t really notice hers until I saw you two together.”

He didn’t spend much time thinking about eye color. “Okay, so food?”

“All business, this guy.” Noa laughed.

“As far as I know, Lor’s got food covered.” Ginty looked at his fiancée. “What’d she say?”

“Yeah, so, she knows these guys who run a bar and grill not too far from here,” Noa said. “She’s hired them to handle it all.”

The only place he knew of out here in the woods was a biker compound. “I thought she didn’t want to bring outsiders in?”

“These guys are different,” Noa said. “They know her, and they couldn’t care less about The Lorelei Calloway Band.”

Well, good. Food and drinks were major components he could strike off the list. “Now, where do you want the ceremony? Indoors, outdoors?”

“The weather forecast looks good, so we’ll do it outside,” Ginty said.

Nice, since the original plan had been to have it on the beach. “You have someplace in mind?”

“Not a clue,” Noa said. “There’re so many amazing places here—any of them would be perfect. There’s a lake, the terrace… Oh, there’s this little clearing in the woods. I’m not sure what the camp used it for, but it’s shaded with towering trees.”

“Okay,” Booker said. “We’ll figure that out.”

“We just have to think about my gorgeous wedding gown. I don’t want to drag it in the dirt.”

“Did you bring yours?” He was ready to tick one more thing off his list.

“No,” Noa said. “It was shipped to the resort, and they can’t get it to me in time. But Lorelei sent us to a boutique in Owl Hoot. We went there today and made a private appointment for tomorrow night.” She beamed a smile. “I can’t wait.”

“Okay, cool.” Booker pointed his phone at Ginty. “You’ll need a tux.” And then, he turned to Noa. “The only thing left to figure out is why you looked at each other when I said rehearsal dinner, wedding, and brunch. What am I missing?”

When his bride hesitated, Ginty stepped in. “We know we can’t recreate a week of plans, but since we’ll have fifty people here for a few days, we’d like to plan some activities.”

“But we can figure that out ourselves,” Noa said. “You have enough on your plate.”

“Nope. Since we’ve got food, drinks, accommodations, and a dress covered, I don’t have nearly enough.” He looked from Noa to Ginty. “You guys taste some cakes and let Lorelei and I handle everything else.”

Noa reached for his hand. “Thank you.”

“Of course—” he began.

But the little girl lifted the bride’s hand off him. “Hey, now. Mistermyfren.”

Everyone burst out laughing “Okay, Stevie,” Noa said. “He’s all yours.”

And that was Booker’s cue to get out of there.

He just needed one more piece of information. “Any idea when Lorelei will be back?”

After waiting an hour for her to come home, he gave up and decided to tour the property.

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