Page 19 of Surprisingly Us

“What’s that for?” Rhys asks, pointing at my watch.

“I’ve got to go.”

“It isn’t midnight. You’ve still got a few hours until the carriage turns into a pumpkin,” he teases.

“Very funny.”

“Come on, Princess. You can’t leave me or I might get into trouble.” He flashes me a wolfish grin and I instantly believe him. He looks like trouble.

“One dance,” I remind him. “You promised.”

“I did say one dance, but I didn’t promise that was all it would take.”

My eyes narrow trying to recall our conversation. Darn it. He’s right. I didn’t make him promise that would be it.

“All right, Princess. What’s the plan?”

The new nickname isn’t my favorite, but I’ll let it slide tonight because it’s probably the last time I’ll see Rhys for another ten years and there’s no point in getting into a fight over it now.

My lips twitch. Invite Rhys along to decorate Hannah and James’s hotel suite?

He is tall, which might come in handy for hanging things up.

And if he’s with me, I’ll be assured that he’s not going back on his word.

“If you come with me now, then you promise to not hit on any of the women here tonight.”

“I promise.”

I hold up my pinky.

With a smirk, he hooks his pinky around mine. “Now it’s a promise.”

“All right. Let’s go.”

“A little to the right,” I instruct from where I’m standing in the middle of Hannah and James’s bridal suite.

Rhys sighs, his arms still stretched above his head as he turns to look at me. “This is lame. I don’t think they need a banner to know that they’re married now.”

That’s what he says, but he completes the task anyway, shifting the custom gold and ivory Mr. & Mrs. McKenzie banner to the right before tying it to the other side of the drapery pole.

“It’s ambiance,” I say, setting the personalized champagne flutes that Sophie ordered for James and Hannah on the tray along with the monogrammed ice bucket, ‘M’ for McKenzie, that is currently chilling the Veuve Clicquot.

“What’s this?” Rhys points to the basket of honeymoon goodies me and the other ladies collected for the newlyweds.

“A welcome basket.”

There’s water and some snacks in case they were too busy at the reception to eat much and are still hungry. Massage oil and scented candles. Some lingerie for Hannah and a few sex toys.

He holds up the mini vibrator, still in its plastic packaging. “Looks like Hannah and James are in for a wild night.”

“Put that back,” I order.

It’s like I’m hanging out with a toddler. He’s into everything, and making it impossible to get this job done. When he doesn’t, I yank it from his hand and set it back into the basket. “I’m regretting bringing you.”

I pull up the room layout and décor ideas Sophie emailed me to see what else needs to be done. I’m studying it when Rhys appears over my shoulder.

“Holy shit. There’s a diagram?”

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