Page 189 of Holiday Hire

The photographer steps in front of us. "Can I take a picture?"

"You sure can," I say, and stand behind Phoebe. The boys step closer to her.

She asks, "Am I getting my picture taken right now?"

"Yep. Smile, baby girl."

The photographer snaps several shots. He says, "Oh, those turned out great. You're going to love them, Mrs. Cartwright."

Her grin grows. "Thank you."

I pat her ass, and she jumps slightly.

I say, "I think it's time we get this surprise revealed."

"Come on, Phoebe. Don't worry. We'll make sure you don't fall or anything," Ace assures.

"Why, thank you."

"Yeah, we don't want a bloody bride," Wilder declares.

I groan. "Way to go to the worst scenario possible."

He grins, giving me his cocky Jagger look again.

The boys lead her to the golf cart.

Ace orders, "Time to get in."

She reaches in front of her.

I inform her, "You're at the golf cart. Just sit down carefully." I help her into the seat.

The boys and I get in the cart as well. They hop on the back, and I take the driver's spot. I maneuver the cart through the trees and toward the barn. I pull out of the woods and park, telling her, "Wait for me to get out. I don't want you hurting yourself."

"Okay," she agrees.

I get out, quickly move to her side, and carefully help her to her feet.

Ace and Wilder have excited expressions on their faces, and I can't help but grin. They've been dying to reveal their surprise. I've called them Mason and Jagger more than once, telling them they'll be just like their uncles if they can't keep their mouths shut. But they have.

The boys step back next to Phoebe, and each takes one of her hands again. I lead the way, opening the barn door.

She steps closer and wrinkles her nose. She asks, "Why do I smell hay and manure?"

"We're not telling," Wilder answers.

"Be careful with your heels," I advise, then say, "Hold on a minute." I realize her fancy white shoes aren't meant for a barn. So I scoop her up in my arms.

She yelps, laughing.

"I got you, baby girl."

"Whoa, thanks," she says with a giggle.

"Those stilettos are going to sink if you attempt to walk."

"Okay. Why are we in the barn?"

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