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“You want to do it now?”

“No. I want you to be sober when we talk. How about Wednesday evening? I’ll pick you up at six.”

Stunned, Heidi nodded. Then Jason took another step forward in her space and she could really smell him, getting drunk on his presence.

“Okay,” she whispered as his head bent to look down at her.

“Tell Freya, we’ll be using the buggy that night.”

“Okay,” Heidi said again risking a glance in his eyes.

Big mistake. She got trapped in his intense gaze, swaying nearer. Jason’s hand lifted to rest on her hip and she stilled for a second and then relaxed.

“I’ll see you then, sweetheart,” he said and dropped his head further to brush his lips over hers. The next second he was walking way, and she was swaying like corn in a field.

Jason Turner had given her a whisper of a kiss and she felt it all the way to her toes. Snapping out of her daze when a childscreeched in excitement Heidi went straight to Freya’s front door and opened it wide.

“What the hell is going on?” she said to her best friend.

“What happened?”

“I’ll need the buggy Wednesday night.”

Chapter Seven

Jason

“When’s the wedding?” Jason asked idly, flipping through a chef’s industry magazine. He was hunched over the metal table, one hand under his chin, the other turning the pages too fast to read anything. He wasn’t concentrating on the words, he was reminiscing about Heidi’s lips.

“Christmas Eve,” Archer replied.

Jason stood, tossed the magazine aside so forcefully, it skidded into the ever present sink of soapy water. Erica laughed from across the room but soon stopped when she looked at his face. Her eyes widened with her lips sealed shut holding back her giggle.

“That’s eight-nine fucking days,” he bellowed across the kitchens in Edward Hall.

“Wow, I forgot about that,” Archer replied.

“Impressive,” Erica replied.

“What did you forget? To tell me I’ve got to take a bride’s wedding menu and practice it, plus make a wedding cake?”

“No, that anyone can give you a date and you can work out how many days it is.”

“Is that like a superpower?” Erica asked.

“Can we focus before I lose my ever loving mind?” Jason barked.

“Is there something that vexes thee?” Archer said, full-on laughing. “He has a date tonight and I don’t think he knows what to wear,” Archer staged whispered to Erica.

“Do you need help?” Her offer was genuine, but she was still stifling her laughter.

Jason gave Erica a stare to silence the giggle playing on her mouth.

“Okay gang, what you got for me,” Stan Meyers came into the kitchen with his booming voice.

Since the first time he met Stan, Jason had gained confidence with the wedding business. Stan was making a hell of an impression getting enquiries. His daughter, Opaline, did most of the social media and was the salesperson he had to make this enterprise work. Stan had kept that his assistant was his daughter from us until we saw her second name for payroll. It didn’t matter to us who helped the business be a success.

Remi was the first wedding they had planned but due to an NDA they couldn’t use it as a sales pitch until Vogue released the pictures. With no other weddings to use as examples, because Archer and Erica didn’t think they needed to take pictures to show off the venue, they had to wait to show off what they could do. If Jason’s aunt had been more forth coming with the details of the business, they would’ve given it more consideration at his brother’s wedding.

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