Page 81 of Love at Teamsgiving
It’s a handsome face and I think Junie would like it to stay that way.
“What do you need?” Margo asks.
“Music, preferably of the small ensemble variety, for the ceremony and cocktail hour.”
She taps on her phone, swipes a few times, and says, “I’ll text you two vetted options.”
“Wow. That was easy. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. Juniper had me help her with the florist. Is there anything else you guys need?”
I count off on my fingers. “We were in charge of the caterer, cake, flowers, music, and favors. Haven’t figured out the last one yet.”
“It’s an autumn wedding, Thanksgiving-themed. You could do pumpkin spice scented something ... I suggested Candlegram to Juniper.”
An idea springs to mind. I clap my hands together. “You’re a genius.” I hurry off, eager to go to the salon and tell Junie.
When I get there, she finishes with a client. I fidget in the waiting area. Mrs. Popovik is in the back, presumably washing towels, given the trilling beep from the machine, indicating the load is done.
Junie says goodbye, “Thank you, Mrs. Gormely. I hope you have a wonderful weekend with the grandkids.”
Once the door closes with a whoosh of cool, crisp air, I turn to her, but her head is tilted at an angle that suggests she’s deep in thought or is going to give me an earful about ... something. I don’t have the foggiest.
“You can’t come in here every single day.”
I frown. “I haven’t come in here?—”
“Every single day since we opened,” she counters.
I take a moment to consider this and realize she’s almost right. “I’m on a nine-day winning streak—and game streak withonly seventy-two hours off, but I couldn’t make it when we had away games.”
Now she crosses her arms in front of her chest. “How do you figure you’re on a winning streak then?”
“Because I get to see your beautiful face.”
She rolls her eyes, but her smile tells me she appreciates the compliment.
“It’s true. I also had an idea for the party favors.”
“But did you hire musicians?”
“Yep.”
“Not your brothers.”
“Joey is going to be the DJ and I have a couple of leads for an ensemble.” I pull out my phone and quickly fire off text messages to both of the contacts Margo gave me. “Status pending.”
She laughs. “So, your wedding favors idea?”
“Matches.”
She winces. “Do those even still exist?”
“Personalized matches with, wait for it ...” I open my hands like I’m presenting a grand prize. “Shane and Erica’s names, their wedding date, and the words, ‘A Perfect Match.’”
“Actually, that’s not a terrible idea.”
“Margo mentioned a candle company.”
