Page 67 of You, Me, and Forever

“I don’t think that would be wise. I mean, you don’t become pen pals with your fling when they leave town, right? He helped me move forward with my life, and I’m grateful. I’ll start dating again after he leaves.”

She nodded, but I could tell she knew I was full of shit. I was crazy about the man. It was going to hurt like hell. But I already knew that,and I wasn’t doing anything to stop it at this point. It was my choice. I’d deal with the consequences after.

“All right. And he’ll probably be back in town occasionally to check on his businesses, right?”

“I’m sure once in a blue moon he’ll fly in, but Connor will handle everything for us out here. Myles has a big project that he’s starting in Manhattan next month. And then apparently, he just bought a city block in Chicago that he’s going to build on. The man has big plans, and they aren’t here in Blushing.” I cleared my throat and walked back inside.

“Wow. The man has some serious big-dick energy. Do you think he takes on lovers when he goes to different cities?” she asked, and for whatever reason the question hit me right in the center of my chest.

He’d told me he’d never been friends with a woman or spent time with anyone the way he did with me. But I’d met Gigi back in New York. They clearly had some sort of ... entanglement.

“I don’t know, Vi. I really don’t want to think about that.” We stepped back inside, and I turned all the lights off.

“Oh man, you’re in deeper than I thought you were.”

“I’m fine.” I shook it off and locked the house up. “Come on, let’s get back to the office. I have a meeting with Tracy and Bryan, and I need to focus, because she’s going to be a handful.”

Violet laughed. “That girl is outrageous. She might take the term ‘bridezilla’ to a whole new level.”

Tracy Levett was probably the most high-maintenance bride I’d ever encountered, but I was up for the task. Violet was already over her, and I would definitely be handling most of the interactions moving forward.

We walked past the Seaside Inn, and it was still difficult for me to see that the structure had been taken down to the studs. They’d already started framing, and things were moving quickly. There were trucks parked right on the property with supplies and materials. Several of the crew commuted from Anchorage every day, and they had a lot of people working on this. My eyes scanned the area, and I quickly found him.

Myles St. James.

He was wearing dark jeans, cowboy boots, and a white tee. I knew he dressed differently when he was in the city, but I was partial to this look.

He wore it well.

He was deep in conversation with a few of the guys, and I came to a stop and took a minute to just take him in. I rarely got to watch the man without him noticing. His shoulders strained against his tee as he pointed to one side of the property, and the men listened intently.

“Damn. Is he that commanding in the bedroom?” Violet whispered.

I almost forgot she was there. I turned and started walking. “A woman never shares her secrets.”

“Please. We share all our secrets.” She laughed as we paused when we turned the corner and saw Clifford lying under the large tree across the street from the Blushing Bride.

“He sure likes it over here.”

“I think Clifford probably wants a woman, and he’d be the marrying type for sure,” she said as she pulled the door open.

“Great. Now we’re planning weddings for the local moose.” I chuckled.

Blakely’s eyes were wide, as if she was trying to tell us something without saying it aloud. “Tracy and Bryan arrived early, and they’re in the conference room waiting for you, Monny.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Violet said under her breath.

I made my way to the conference room and pushed the door open. “Hi there. Nice to see you both.”

“I hope you’re taking this wedding seriously, Montana. We’ve been here for ten minutes,” Tracy snipped as Bryan stared down at his phone, completely disengaged.

“You arrived thirty minutes early, Tracy. I had another appointment. I’m still twenty minutes ahead of schedule. I assure you, I am on top of everything with the wedding.”

“Well, aside from moving the venue,” she griped.

“Again, that wasn’t my doing. The property sold, and I thought you were happy with the new venue.” I took the seat across from them, where Blakely had left their file for me.

“We are. It holds more people, which I’m happy about. I’m just—I’m stressed out with this wedding coming up so soon, and I need to make a few small tweaks.”

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