Page 11 of Stolen Kisses

I went to Finn’s room first, because it was right next to mine. I knocked a dozen times before he finally opened the door.

"You're early." His voice was muffled.

"Morning," I said. "How are you? Not up yet?"

"It's eight thirty."

"I know. Listen, we've got a situation."

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to pawn off your best-man duties on me?"

"No. This is worse."

"Okay, hit me." He didn't sound sleepy anymore.

"The wedding planner is sick."

"Oh for fuck's sake. Isn’t there someone else in the office who can fill in for her?”

“Apparently not. I don’t know the whole situation, but it really doesn’t matter.”

“Gotcha. Then we do havea lotto do," he agreed.

"Exactly."

One of the things I liked most about working with my brothers was that we complemented each other well. Most of the time, we knew what the others were thinking without saying it out loud—part of the reason why we’d had so much success in business so quickly.

"I'm heading back outside to get started on things. Hannah’s got all the lists of what to do from the wedding planner.”

Finn flashed a shit-eating grin. “The legendary Hannah. Can’t wait to meet her.”

Yeah, Duncan and Griffin had spilled the beans last night about our first meeting. Those fuckers all had a field day.

I cocked a brow in warning as Finn held up his hands in defense.

“I’ll rally our brothers," he said. "Where should we meet you?”

“In the backyard, on that stretch between the garden and the beach.”

He nodded. "Okay. I’ll be out soon.”

"Thanks, brother."

I headed to the back, intending to put Hannah’s mind at ease. I disliked seeing her stressed.

When I stepped into the backyard, I saw her carrying a chair from the stack of fifty or so the workers had set out.

"I'll take that," I said.

Once again, she startled, glancing at me after putting the chair down.

"Chase, you're back." She sounded surprised.

"Of course."

"Why?"

I stared at her. "Isn't it obvious? I'm helping. Come on, hit me with that list."

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