Page 71 of Spooks & Specters

“Absolutely,” Connie said, reassuring Kit.

“Then, God help me, yes! Oh man, oh boy, we’ve got to get serious about this now!”

“Um, weren’t we already?” Hudson asked.

Kit just cackled.

HUDSON HAD no idea just howseriousserious was. How hard could it be? Apparently, very hard. Two hours passed in a flurry of discussion over what type of food would be provided. Just food.

The options were endless. Did they want fancy? Or did they want finger food? Did they want plated? Or did they want buffet style? What about allergies? If they went with plated, how many choices were they going to offer? Meat definitely had to be offered since so many paranormals needed that, but the mers mainly ate seafood, so that was a consideration too.

Hudson wasn’t shocked Connie immediately gave his thoughts on that subject—he had certainly planned enough events that involved food. Fortunately, the caterer Connie usually used was more than happy to do their wedding, and they picked their menu.

They ended up with three main entrées.

Another hour went to the discussion of offering a full-service bar, along with nonalcoholic drinks. Thenanotherhour to talk about a dessert table, and if hors d’oeuvres would be served before the dinner and dancing—lobster rolls, garlic bread steak bites with horseradish cream, and cranberry-glazed meatballs were just a few chosen for that.

Kit jolted with surprise as Connie repeated the quote for the food and bar service, causing him to nearly fall off his chair. “Mother of all!”

Hudson gave the okay, and the caterer swiftly sent over a price list to Connie.

Glancing at the extensive list of food items on the contract, Kit’s voice trembled as he spoke up. “That seems like an awful lot of food. Dear God.”

“We’re paranormals, Kit. We eat a lot,” Hudson calmly reminded his mate.

“But good grief, this much?” Kit asked in disbelief.

Connie nodded. “Yes, they actually gave us a great deal since we’ll also be using them for the ball in December.”

“Good Lord,” Kit muttered under his breath. “Okay, so no freaking out about the price.”

“We can afford it,” Connie reassured Kit firmly. “I promise.”

“I know, I know,” Kit replied sheepishly. “It’s just… that’s an insanely pricey menu. And jeez, there’s enough food here to feed a small army.”

“There will be a large number of guests attending,” Hudson interjected. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Absolutely,” Kit said with determination. “I want this to be the event of the year.”

“In that case, we’re going to need enough food to feed a small army,” Hudson stated matter-of-factly.

“And it’s going to cost,” Connie chimed in. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell you the exact amount if it stresses you out? But I can assure you, this is not the most expensive menu I’ve ever put together.”

Kit ran a hand through his hair. “I keep forgetting that Connie is used to dealing with extravagant affairs like this.”

“Oh, he excels at it,” Hudson said, giving his mate a proud smile.

Connie winked playfully at both of his mates, his confidence and expertise shining through.

“On to the invitations.” Kit rubbed his hands together. “And yeah, let’s not share what stuff costs. If you two are good with the prices, I need to stop freaking out about it.”

“Exactly,” Connie said.

“If there is more to discuss, though, I’m having someone bring us lunch,” Hudson said.

“More?” Kit giggled. “My love, I hate to tell you this, but we’re just getting started.”

Connie chuckled at Kit’s response.

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