Page 24 of Reckless Encore

“Go on.” Mason threw his arms wide. “Get it off your chest.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Do you know how hard it is to tell someone that most of his friends didn’t bother showing up to his wedding?”

“I’m not psychic,” Mason growled. “I had no fucking clue.”

“You didn’t need to. Sean and Mel made plans for us, which means you show up,fuckhead.”

“We’ll reschedule for this afternoon.”

“Do you expect to click your fingers and have everyone at your beck and call?”

“He has a point.” Sidney came up beside him, drawling in a tone that suggested he wasn’t going to get sex for a damn long time. “And besides that, I don’t know how a do-over will fix this. I don’t know howanythingwill fix this.”

“Oh, ye of little faith.” Mason stalked for the bedroom and removed his wallet from the bedside table. When he returned to the hall, Ryan and Sidney hadn’t moved. They were still standing there with matching doomsday expressions. “Trust me, I’ve got this.”

“Mace…” Sidney warned.

“I know Sean better than I know myself. Which means I know how to fix this.”

“What about Melody?” she asked. “I know it might sound harsh, but it’s a woman’s wedding day. Not a man’s.”

“I’ve got this. Okay? I’m all over it.” Honestly, he had no clue. But he’d throw money at it. Money fixed everything.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on Sid’s temple. “Go find them. Start building the bridge, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He started for the door, not giving a shit that he wore nothing but boxers.

“Mason,” Ryan growled. “Don’t fuck this up any more than you already have.”

“I’ll try.”

He couldn’t make any promises.

He fled the villa, leaving Ryan and Sidney behind, and ran down the pier, not stopping until he reached the resort’s reception desk.

He opened his wallet, took out his Centurion American Express and slammed it on the counter. “I need all available staff, and I need them now.”

The middle-aged woman’s mouth opened, her eyes wide as they trekked over his half-naked body.

“Now.”

She blinked a few times, ran her frantic tongue over her lower lip, then stood tall. “Good morning, Mr. Lynch.”

“Yeah. Morning.” He tapped his credit card to gain her focus. “I need to plan a wedding for this afternoon.”

Her surprised expression faded with her gentle chuckle.

“I’m not joking, Miss…” He leaned to the side to read her name tag.

“Clare,” she offered, her wide eyes and gaping mouth coming back into play. “I’m not sure I understand what you need.”

“There was a wedding earlier. For my friend, Sean, and his fiancée, Melody. But it got called off.”

“Yes. The commitment ceremony. I’m well aware.”

Commitment ceremony? His head pounded too much to care about technicalities. “I need to reschedule for this afternoon. Or tonight.”

“Sir, I appreciate your excitement. But the photographer has already left the island, and I’m sure the flowers and food have already been disposed of.”

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