Page 8 of Promise Yule Be Mine
Mom sighed and rolled the chair away from the desk. “I’m sorry.”
I chuckled. “You don’t have to be sorry, Mom. But you do know I can handle this, right? I mean I practically grew up in here. I can run The Elephant in my sleep.”
“I know you can, honey. Both your father and I do. But you’re getting married! You should be getting wedding fever and picking centerpieces. Not spending twenty-four seven in here.”
“I’m not spending twenty-four seven in here, Mom. Ihavea life.”
She widened her eyes just like Milo had done only half an hour ago and I took a deep breath to ease my racing heart.
“What do you want from me, Mom? Do you want me to step back until I get married?”
“Of course not, honey. I just want you to be excited for this wedding.”
“I am!” I raised my voice.
That didn’t happen often.
No, correction. Itneverhappened. But for some reason, the topic of my upcoming nuptials was bringing this grumpy side to me. I didn’t like it. I didn’t want it coming out. I wasn’t grumpy. Ever. I had to cast it away before it took over my entire being and became my new personality. Mom deserved better. Jenna deserved better.Ideserved better.
“Okay, honey. Okay. I’ll leave you to it.” Mom gave me a kiss and left the office, throwing pitying glances at me.
I collapsed on the chair she had been occupying, burying my face in my hands. “Get it together Kody,” I groaned. “Get it together!”
“Get what together?” someone asked.
I jumped. “Gosh, Jenna, you scared the living daylights out of me.”
“Okay, Mr. Touchy-Feely. What’s going on with you?”
I shook my head and kissed her forehead. She gave me a quick hug and smiled.
“Now what?”
“What do you mean?” she chuckled.
“You’ve done something. I knowthatlook.”
“What makes you think I’ve done something?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe because every time I’ve seen this smirk you’ve done something you shouldn’t have and I had to bail you out of a sticky situation?”
She snorted. “I get arrestedonetime and you still?—”
“Jenna!” I raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t do anything. Promise. But…”
“There it is.”
“But!” she repeated, slapping my chest, “I do have someone I want you to meet.”
I narrowed my gaze and stared at her. “What? Who? Why?”
“Because…” She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the office. “I grew up next door to him and his brothers and he’s, like, one of the best people on this planet. And…he happens to be a wedding planner.”
“A wedding planner?” I stopped in my tracks in the middle of the corridor leading to the restrooms and the office. “Jenna, we can’t afford that.”
She rolled her eyes with a pout and jumped on the spot.
