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Authors: Marina Adair
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taste it. If that was what Kyle wanted, then he should have told them. This was exactly like five years ago, everyone acting in Kyle’s best interests, when Gage still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t told them. “I already told you, money has never been a motivator.”
Clay picked up a piece of paper and scribbled an amount on it, then slid it across the coffee table. “I think this will go a long way toward finding out some answers.”
Rhett picked it up and looked at the sum and nodded. “I’ll double that. The only problem is I leave tomorrow for New York. I’m in the recording studio all week and Stephanie is headed to LA. I was going to have Mom deal with the planner, but that’s no longer an option.”
All four brothers looked at Gage and a bad feeling started to coil in his gut. “No, I am not planning your wedding.”
“I’m not asking you to plan my wedding. Between Steph’s Pinterest board and her Wedding Binder, it’s all planned out. What I am asking,” Rhett leaned back, his grin too wide to be anything but trouble, “is for you to get to know Darcy again, remind her that we aren’t assholes, and find out what it will take to get on her good side.”
“You always said the key to closing a deal was to know the client’s weakness.” Clay held his tumbler in the air in a toast. “If you don’t think it’s financial, then here’s to finding out what it is.”
“Oh,” Rhett said. “You get to tell Mom.”
❀❀❀
“A hundred thousand dollars?” Jillian said, piping numbers on every one of the two dozen jersey-inspired cupcakes.
It was the first Tiny Tykes football meet of the new season, and with Sam being the Bull Frog’s newest member, Darcy had offered to help with the after party. She’d thrown lots of kids parties in the past; it was how she paid her way through college—well, that and dressing up like a clown. But managing twenty five-year olds in cleats and shoulder pads, double the amount of helicopter parents, and a cheerleader who refused to trade in the tutu for pompoms, was enough to give even the most experienced of planners a rash.
Darcy picked up a waffle cone, filled it with fruit salad, and stuck it in the serving tray, fashioned from an old egg carton. “That was their counter offer, and it just covers my fee.”
“That would go a long way toward paying down the loan,” Jillian said, and Darcy thought about the septic tank, the AC, and just what she could do with that much money. “Who are they bringing in for entertainment?”
Darcy rattled off a few of the names from Gage’s email, and Jillian slapped a hand over her mouth. “Are you kidding?” she said through her frosted fingers. “That sounds like the lineup for this year’s Grammies.”
Darcy understood her friend’s excitement. Having a VIP list of that caliber, having them come and spend an evening at Belle Mont would send its popularity soaring. Overnight, her historic labor of love would become the premiere venue for events in the Pacific Northwest.
“I know. Makes it hard to say no, huh?”
“This is your dream, your business, your daughter. There is no wrong answer here.” Jillian placed the cupcakes on a green felt board, lining them up in a starting position. “Out of curiosity, what did you say?”
Darcy closed her eyes and willed her stomach to stop churning. “That I’d be willing to talk about it.”
“Oh my God.” Jillian said, taking Darcy’s hand and jumping up and down. “Oh my God! This is so exciting. Rhett Easton and that stellar butt of his, which I believe was voted best backside of the year in People Magazine , is going to marry Stephanie Stone at Belle Mont House. This is huge!”
“I still haven’t said yes.”
“But saying you’re thinking about it is like a yes in Darcy-land. You’re too sweet to give people false hope.” Jillian stopped. “So why aren’t you jumping?”
“I found the letter,” she admitted, feeling like a loser.
Any smart
Clay picked up a piece of paper and scribbled an amount on it, then slid it across the coffee table. “I think this will go a long way toward finding out some answers.”
Rhett picked it up and looked at the sum and nodded. “I’ll double that. The only problem is I leave tomorrow for New York. I’m in the recording studio all week and Stephanie is headed to LA. I was going to have Mom deal with the planner, but that’s no longer an option.”
All four brothers looked at Gage and a bad feeling started to coil in his gut. “No, I am not planning your wedding.”
“I’m not asking you to plan my wedding. Between Steph’s Pinterest board and her Wedding Binder, it’s all planned out. What I am asking,” Rhett leaned back, his grin too wide to be anything but trouble, “is for you to get to know Darcy again, remind her that we aren’t assholes, and find out what it will take to get on her good side.”
“You always said the key to closing a deal was to know the client’s weakness.” Clay held his tumbler in the air in a toast. “If you don’t think it’s financial, then here’s to finding out what it is.”
“Oh,” Rhett said. “You get to tell Mom.”
❀❀❀
“A hundred thousand dollars?” Jillian said, piping numbers on every one of the two dozen jersey-inspired cupcakes.
It was the first Tiny Tykes football meet of the new season, and with Sam being the Bull Frog’s newest member, Darcy had offered to help with the after party. She’d thrown lots of kids parties in the past; it was how she paid her way through college—well, that and dressing up like a clown. But managing twenty five-year olds in cleats and shoulder pads, double the amount of helicopter parents, and a cheerleader who refused to trade in the tutu for pompoms, was enough to give even the most experienced of planners a rash.
Darcy picked up a waffle cone, filled it with fruit salad, and stuck it in the serving tray, fashioned from an old egg carton. “That was their counter offer, and it just covers my fee.”
“That would go a long way toward paying down the loan,” Jillian said, and Darcy thought about the septic tank, the AC, and just what she could do with that much money. “Who are they bringing in for entertainment?”
Darcy rattled off a few of the names from Gage’s email, and Jillian slapped a hand over her mouth. “Are you kidding?” she said through her frosted fingers. “That sounds like the lineup for this year’s Grammies.”
Darcy understood her friend’s excitement. Having a VIP list of that caliber, having them come and spend an evening at Belle Mont would send its popularity soaring. Overnight, her historic labor of love would become the premiere venue for events in the Pacific Northwest.
“I know. Makes it hard to say no, huh?”
“This is your dream, your business, your daughter. There is no wrong answer here.” Jillian placed the cupcakes on a green felt board, lining them up in a starting position. “Out of curiosity, what did you say?”
Darcy closed her eyes and willed her stomach to stop churning. “That I’d be willing to talk about it.”
“Oh my God.” Jillian said, taking Darcy’s hand and jumping up and down. “Oh my God! This is so exciting. Rhett Easton and that stellar butt of his, which I believe was voted best backside of the year in People Magazine , is going to marry Stephanie Stone at Belle Mont House. This is huge!”
“I still haven’t said yes.”
“But saying you’re thinking about it is like a yes in Darcy-land. You’re too sweet to give people false hope.” Jillian stopped. “So why aren’t you jumping?”
“I found the letter,” she admitted, feeling like a loser.
Any smart
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