Page 71 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
I wonder if Cookie would like to eat some forget-me-nots? Cows eat flowers, right?
Rose nudges me with her elbow.
Glancing around, it seems everyone’s waiting for my answer. I should say okay. I should give in. But what if this Waguespack woman doesn’t get Jackie? What if she tries to talk her into a church wedding and not a barn wedding? What if she doesn’t know the difference between tulle and chiffon? That’s important shit, damn it.
“Ow.” I lift my hand away from my sternum.
“You okay?” Jackie asks me, glancing down at where I’d been rubbing my skin raw.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I force my hand to my side and look the wedding planner over once more. “You sure about this?”
“Aren’t leaders supposed to know how to delegate?” Rose asks me, her lashes fluttering. It’s like she’s trying to make her eyeballs take flight.
Jackie bites her lip and nods, Flynn and Holt look everywhere but at me, though I can tell Flynn’s fighting a smile. Waguespack makes eye contact with me. That takes guts.
Sigh.“Fine.”
Everyone lets out a collective breath, even Jackie, making me feel somewhat childish.
Whatever.
“First, please call me Samantha.” The wedding planner sticks out her hand in my direction. I take it, giving her a firm shake. She doesn’t flinch or go limp noodle on me, but firmly shakes back.
Another point for her.
“And second, I couldn’t help but overhear that you’ve done some great groundwork on getting the wedding started.”
I manage a grunt.
Samantha’s lips twitch. “Why don’t we look over what you’ve done and we can see how I can help?”
Looking at Jackie’s hopeful face, I relent. “Fine. I’ll grab my laptop and my idea boards.”
“You have idea boards?” Jackie looks like an owl again. Rose doesn’t look much different.
“My dear,” the wedding planner says with all seriousness, “any self-respecting wedding planner has idea boards.”
I know I’m being played, but I don’t care. My chest puffs out all the same. “That’s right.”
Rose rolls her eyes.
I gather the small woman to my side. “Come on, Sam. Let’s go look at my boards.”
We both ignore the group laughing behind us.
Nineteen
Hobbled
Jules
“These are all yours?”Rose eyeballs me. “Dude, you’re just as crazy as Jackie.”
“Hey!” I’m back in the laundry room, thankfully no evidence of Holt’s and my sexcapades visible. But my eye does keep going to the hamper.
“Um, hello?” Rose gestures to all my lists posted on the walls and laughs. “You can’t tell me that you aren’t loving this, Jackie. This is right up your alley, with your order of operations and OCD research and general nerdiness.”
My eyes snap to Rose. “Whoa. I can take the crazy and even the OCD remark—”
