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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
FIVE MINUTES AFTER EMMA GOT HOME, MAC CAME THROUGH the door.
"I waited until he left," Mac called out as she climbed the stairs. "That's herculean restraint. " She scowled when she walked into Emma's bedroom. "You're unpacking. Putting everything away. I hate this level of efficiency. Why can't at least one of you be a slob like me?"
"You're not a slob. You're just a bit relaxed with your personal space. "
"Hey, I like that. Relaxed with my personal space. Okay, enough about me. Tell me all. I left my own lover to his lonely bowl of corn flakes. "
With last night's dress in her hands, Emma spun a happy circle. "It was fabulous. Every minute. "
"Deets, deets, deets. "
"An elegant French restaurant, champagne, a suite at the Waldorf. "
"God, that's all so you. Snazzy date wise. Casual date-wise, maybe moonlight picnic at the beach, red wine, candles tucked into little shells. "
Emma closed her empty suitcase. "Why aren't I dating you?"
"We'd make a lovely couple, it's true. " Draping an arm over Emma's shoulder, Mac turned to the mirror and studied - Emma in her trim jeans and soft shirt, and herself in the cotton pants and T-shirt she'd slept in. "Stunning, really. Well, we can keep it in reserve if things don't work out otherwise. "
"Always good to have a backup. Oh, God, Mac, it was the most perfect night. " She turned, squeezed Mac into a hug before doing another spin. "We didn't sleep. At all. It's amazing, really, that we have so much to talk about, to find out about each other still. We talked all through dinner, then took a long walk. And he'd had them bring up champagne and light candles, put on music. "
"Wow. "
"We drank more champagne and we talked, and we made love. It was so romantic. " On a humming sound, she closed her eyes, hugged herself. "Then we talked and drank more champagne, and we made love again. We had breakfast by candlelight and - "
"Made love again. "
"We did. We drove home through horrible traffic with the top down, and the traffic didn't matter. Nothing did. Nothing could. " She gave herself another hug. "Mac? I'm a happy person most of the time. "
"Yeah, it can be annoying. "
"I know, but too bad. Anyway, I'm a happy person, but I never knew I could be this happy. I didn't know I could feel like this. Like I just want to jump and dance and spin and sing. Like Julie Andrews on a mountaintop. "
"Okay, but don't do that because that's seriously annoying. "
"I know, so I'm only doing it on the inside. All the times I imagined what it would be like to be crazy in love, I never knew. "
She dropped down on the bed, grinned up at the ceiling. "Do you feel this way all the time? With Carter?"
Mac flopped down beside her. "I never thought I'd be in love. Not really. I never imagined it the way you always did, or looked for it. In some ways it snuck up on me, and in others it fell on me like a ton of bricks. It's still a shock to the system to realize I have this inside me - not the spinning and singing part, because even inside it would annoy me. But I've got the jumping and dancing going on. And somebody has it inside for me . Talk about shocking. "
Emma reached out to take Mac's hand. "I don't know if Jack has it back for me, not the way I do for him. But I know he cares. I know he feels. And I have so much, Mac. I have to believe all this love I have will . . . take root, I guess. I thought I loved him before, but now I think that was a kind of infatuation mixed up inside lust. Because this is different. "
"Can you tell him?"
"I would've said no, even a couple of days ago. Don't want to ruin anything, don't want to tip the scales. Actually did say no when Parker and I talked about it. But now I think I can. I think I should. I just have to figure out how and when. "
"It scared me, when Carter told me he loved me. Don't be upset if it scares him a little, at least at first. "
"I don't think you tell someone you love them because you expect something. I think you tell them because you have something to give. "
"You unpack as soon as you get home from a trip. You have a happy nature. And you're wise about love. I'm surprised the three of us haven't ganged up and beaten the hell out of you regularly. "
"You can't. You love me. "
Mac turned so they faced each other. "We do. I'm pulling for you, Em. We all are. "
"Then how can I go wrong?"
T HE KNOCK INTERRUPTED EMMA HALFWAY THROUGH PROCESSING the morning delivery. Grumbling only a little, she left the flowers holding. She winced when she saw Kathryn Seaman and her sister through the glass. Wet and messy weren't ways to impress important clients. Trapped, she fixed an easy smile on her face and opened the door. "Mrs. Seaman, Mrs. Lattimer, how nice to see you. "
"I apologize for dropping in on you this way, but Jessica and her girls decided on the bridesmaids'
dresses. I wanted to bring you the swatch of the material. "
"That's perfect. Please come in. Can I get you something to drink? Maybe some sun tea? It's a warm day. "
"I'd love some," Adele said immediately. "If it's no bother. "
"Not at all. Why don't you sit down, be comfortable? I'll just be a minute. "
Tea, Emma thought as she hurried into the kitchen. Lemon slices, the good glasses. Crap, crap. A little plate of cookies. Thank God for Laurel's emergency tin. She scrambled everything onto a tray, shoved at her hair.
She pulled her emergency lip gloss out of a kitchen drawer, glided some on, then pinched her cheeks. As that was the best she could manage under the circumstances, she took two deep breaths to make sure she looked un-rushed. She strolled back in to find both women wandering her greeting area.
"Kate told me what a pretty setup you had here. She was right. "
"Thank you. "
"And your private rooms are upstairs?"
"Yes. It's not only convenient, but very comfortable. "
"I noticed your partner - Mackensie - is expanding her studio. "
"Yes. " Emma poured the tea, then continued to stand as neither woman seemed inclined to sit. "Mac's getting married this December, and they'll need more room in their private space, so they're expanding the studio space as well. "
"Isn't that exciting?" Sipping tea, Adele continued to wander, fluffing at flowers, studying photos.
"Planning a wedding for one of your own. "
"It really is. We've all been friends since we were children. "
"I noticed the photo here. Is that you, and two of your partners?"
"Yes, Laurel and Parker. We loved playing Wedding Day," Emma told her as she smiled at the photo. "I was the bride that day, and Mac, in a glimpse of the future, official photographer. She'll tell you it was that moment - the blue butterfly moment - when she knew she wanted to be a photographer. "
"It's charming. " Kathryn turned to Emma. "We've interrupted your work, and are taking up entirely too much of your time. "
"It's always lovely to have an unexpected break. "
"I hope you mean that," Adele put in, "because I'm dying to see where you work. Are you arranging today? Making bouquets?"
"Ah . . . actually I'm processing a morning delivery, which is why I'm a little messy. "
"I'm shameless, and I'm going to ask if I can see where you work. "
"Oh. Of course. " She shot a look at Kathryn. "Don't panic. "
"I've seen where you work. "
"Yes, but not while I was working," Emma pointed out as she led the way. "Processing is . . . Well, as you can see. " She gestured to her work counter.
"Just look at the flowers!" Flushed with excitement, Adele moved forward. "Oh, and smell the peonies. "
"The bride's favorite," Emma told her. "We'll be using this wonderful rich red for her bouquet, contrasted with the bold pinks down to the palest blush. It'll be hand-tied with wine-colored ribbon and candy pink studs. The attendants will carry smaller versions, in the pinks. "
"And you keep t
hem in these buckets?"
"In a solution that hydrates and feeds. It's an important step to keep them fresh, and to help them last after the event. I'll keep them in the cooler until we're ready to start designing. "
"How do you - "
"Adele. " Kathryn clucked her tongue. "You're interrogating again. "
"All right, all right. I'm full of questions, I know. But I'm very serious about launching a wedding planning company in Jamaica. " Nodding, Adele scanned the area again. "It seems you have a perfect arrangement here, so there's little hope in luring you away. "
"But I'm happy to answer questions. Still, for an overview of a business model, Parker's your girl. "
"We're going to get out of your way. " Kathryn reached in her bag. "The swatch. "
"Oh, what a beautiful color. Like a spring leaf through a drop of dew. Perfect for a fairy-tale wedding. "
She turned to her display and chose a white silk tulip. "See how the white just gleams against this watery green?"
"Yes. Yes, I do. As soon as the final designs are approved, we'll send you the sketches. Thank you, Emma, for the time. "
"We're all here to make certain Jessica has the perfect day. "
"You see. " Adele poked her sister's arm. "That's exactly the sort of attitude I want to offer. In fact, I think The Perfect Day would be a wonderful name for the business. "
"I like it," Emma told her.
"If you change your mind, you've got my card," she reminded Emma. "I'll promise you ten percent over what you make annually now. "
"I'M TRYING NOT TO BE ANNOYED SHE'D TRY TO STEAL YOU. Again. " Parker slipped off her shoes after the second of two full consults.
"How much did she offer you to move to Jamaica?" Emma asked.
"Carte blanche, which I told her was a rudimentary mistake. No one's worth a blank check, especially when you're designing a business model. "
"She's rolling in it," Laurel pointed out. "And yes, I know that doesn't matter on a practical, business level. But she's used to rolling in it. "
"She has a good concept. An exclusive and inclusive wedding company in a popular destination wedding site. And she's smart to try to hook people with solid experience. But she's got to create a budget, and stick. "
"Then why aren't we doing it?" Mac wanted to know. "I don't mean let's all pack up and move to Jamaica or Aruba, or wherever, but a branch of Vows in some exotic locale? We'd kill. "
"I'll kill you . " Laurel formed a gun with her thumb and finger, and went bang. "Haven't we got enough work?"
"I've thought about it. "
Laurel gaped at Parker. "Let me reload. "
"Just a loose outline, for the future. "
"When they perfect human cloning. "
"A franchise rather than a branch," Parker explained. "With very specific requirements. But I haven't worked out all the details or kinks. If and when I do, we'll all talk it through. And we'll all have to agree. But for now, yes, we do have enough work. Except for the third week in August. We're blank. "
"I saw that. I meant to ask you about it," Emma continued as she stretched out some kinks in the small of her back. "I figured I'd forgotten to plug something in. "
"No, we don't have an event that week because I blacked it out. I can change that if nobody's interested in taking a week at the beach. "
There was a moment of stunned silence, then three women leaped up to do a happy dance. Laurel snatched Parker's hand and pulled her up to join them.
"I take it you're interested. "
"Can we pack now? Can we? Can we?" Mac demanded.
"Sunscreen, a bikini, and a blender for margaritas. What else do you need?" Laurel swung Parker around. "Vacation!"
"Where?" Emma asked. "What beach?"
"Who cares?" Laurel flopped down on the couch again. "It's the beach. It's a week without fondant or sugar paste. I wipe a tear from my cheek. "
"The Hamptons. Del bought a house. "
"Del bought a house in the Hamptons?" Mac lifted her fists in the air. "Go, Del. "
"Actually, Brown LLC bought it. That's what some of the paperwork he's been bringing over was about. A property came up. It's a good investment. I didn't say anything, in case it fell through. But it's a done deal now. So, we'll all pack ourselves off to the beach for a week the end of August. "
"All?" Laurel echoed.
"The four of us, Carter, Del, Jack, of course. It's six bedrooms, eight baths. Plenty of room for everyone. "
"Does Jack know?" Emma wondered.
"He knows Del was looking at the property, but not about August. We both felt there wasn't a point in talking about taking the week if we didn't go through with it. Now we have. "
"I have to go tell Carter. Yay!" Mac gave Parker a smacking kiss before she rushed out.
"This is so great. I'm going to go put it on my calendar, with lots of little hearts and shiny suns. Moonlight walks on the beach. " Emma hugged Parker. "It's nearly as perfect as dancing in a moonlit garden. I'm going to call Jack. "
When they were alone, Parker looked at Laurel. "Is anything wrong?"
"What? No. God, what could be wrong. Beach, a week. I think I'm in shock. We need new beach clothes. "
"Damn right. "
Laurel pushed up. "Let's go shopping. "
W HEN INSPIRATION STRUCK, EMMA RAN WITH IT. IT TOOK SOME juggling and a client flexible enough to bump up a consult by an hour, but she managed to clear her Monday afternoon. She planned to surprise Jack with a twist on their usual Monday night date. On the way out she stopped by the main house and tracked down Parker in the office. Parker paced, her headset in place, and rolled her eyes when Emma came in.
"I'm sure Kevin's mother didn't mean to be critical or insulting. You're absolutely right, it is your wedding, your day, your choice. You're entitled to . . . Yes, he is very sweet, Dawn, and extremely well behaved. I know . . . I know. "
Parker closed her eyes, mimed strangling herself for Emma's benefit.
"Ah, why don't you let me take care of this for you? It would take the stress off you and Kevin. And sometimes an outside party is better able to explain and . . . I'm sure she doesn't. Yes, of course. I'd be angry, too. But - But . . . Dawn!" Her tone sharpened just a fraction, enough, Emma knew, to shut down whatever rant the bride might be on. "You have to remember, above anything else, any detail, any complication or disagreement, the day and everything about it is for you and Kevin. And you have to remember, I'm here to see that you and Kevin have the day you want. "
This time Parker shot her gaze to the ceiling. "Why don't you and Kevin go out and have a nice dinner tonight, just the two of you? I can make a reservation for you wherever . . . I love that restaurant. "
Parker scribbled down a name on a pad. "Say seven? I'll take care of that for you right now. And I'll speak to his mother this evening. By tomorrow, everything will be fine. Don't worry about a thing. I'll talk to you soon. Yes, Dawn, that's what I'm here for. Good. Great. Mmm-hmm. Bye. "
She held up a finger. "One more minute. " Once she'd contacted the bride's choice of restaurant, wrangled a reservation, she pulled off the headset.
Parker took a breath, let out a short but enthusiastic scream, then nodded. "Better. Much better. "
"Dawn's having a problem with her soon-to-be mother-in-law?"
"Yes. Oddly, the MOG doesn't understand or approve of the bride's choice of ring bearer. "
