Page 22 of You, Me, and Forever

Maybe coming to a small town had been a bad idea.

“All right. Thanks for the info. I appreciate it.” I nodded as Jackson and I made our way outside.

We drove to the island’s airport, and I clapped him on the back and thanked him for coming today.

“I’ll send over the new drawings tomorrow. Call me if you need anything. And call the wedding planner. You know you want to.” He held his hand up in a wave and jogged toward our private jet.

I drove back to my rental and stepped inside. I sat down at the table and opened my laptop to see another email from Howard.

The man loved to email me. This had been going on for weeks, ever since we’d started the negotiation and through the closing.

He was reminding me that the women from the Blushing Bride were going to be stopping by this week to take some measurements, as the tent they’d rented was larger than usual and they needed to map outsome of the logistics for the outdoor ceremony. Apparently, this next wedding was going to be a large one.

I’d already known that, because he’d told me multiple times. None of this was something I needed to be updated on, but I just thanked him and said it wasn’t a problem.

I read through the email from the contractor. Charlie wanted to meet with me again this week to discuss some materials that he thought would be easy to access and fit well in the design.

I tapped my fingers against the desk a few times before picking up my phone.

I chuckled when I saw what Benji had typed for her contact information:Montana the Hot Girl from the Bar.

I changed it to:Honey Badger.

I wouldn’t want to forget the way we’d met.

Me: This is Myles St. James. I just received an email from Howard that you needed some time over at the hotel this week. I don’t have a problem with that.

Honey Badger: How did you get my number?

Me: I reached out to some friends to ask if they knew a good diamond dealer and they recommended you.

Honey Badger: This town is too trusting. And FYI, I know I’m allowed to be at the hotel over the next few weeks. How else would there be a wedding if I couldn’t prepare for it?

Me: Do you have this attitude with everyone that you work with in the wedding industry?

Honey Badger: No, Moneybags. I save it all for you.

Me: Let me get this straight.Youlied about your name.Youlied about where you live.Youlied about what you do for a living. And I’M the bad guy?

Honey Badger: Correct. I shouldn’t have lied that night. But you were the bad guy before you even arrived here. You very well may put us out of business with your quest to make more money than anyone needs.

Me: That’s a bit dramatic. Marriage is about a union, not the venue.

Honey Badger: Spoken like a man who’s never been married. The venue is huge. And people book their weddings a year in advance, so I’m scrambling to find a new venue for more than eighteen weddings that we had scheduled at the inn over the next year.

Me: Once the new property is built, you are welcome to book there.

Honey Badger: How generous of you. Once you build your hideous eyesore, you’re happy to let me book there and make you even richer? Good to know.

Me: Of course. That’s how I make my living.

I chuckled. I knew I was pissing her off, and for whatever reason, I was enjoying it.

Honey Badger: For the record, just because something is huge doesn’t make it better.

Me: Me and my dick disagree. Big is typically better.

Honey Badger: You’re such an egomaniac. And I am curious, why didn’t you tell me your full name last night? Was it because you knew I wouldn’t have gone home with you?

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