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Chapter Three
Two days later Juniper rolled over in bed in a tangle of sheets and thick covers rumpled around her chin, the smell of bacon pulling her from a deep sleep. She reached for her phone and squinted at the obscenely early hour. Ten till six.
One. Two. One. Two. She flexed and bunched her fingers to work out the kinks and stiffness from sorting and stapling for the past forty-eight hours and well past midnight the previous night. Little stings zipped across the pads of her fingers where she’d nicked herself with a few paper cuts. But they’d made Marshall’s deadline and the packages had all been sent out to the board members. After that, he’d helped her mail personal invitations to a few of their older family friends. Everyone else got a phone call.
Not once did they get derailed by kinky office sex.
But it did happen twice. Once on the couch and again with her tits pressed against the glass overlooking Houston.
Sexy as hell and she had never come so hard in her life.
She smiled, her body a steady hum of pleasure overload.
Work, Juniper. Focus.Still sleepy and foggy she forced her brain from all the fun details and back to where her brain cells needed to be.
Papers.
One thing she’d remembered from her schooling as a lawyer, paper trails and proof went a long way in proving an event happened. With everyone from Marshall’s side taken care of, she only had to take care of her family.
She inhaled and let the air out in a slow sigh. Living by herself she barely managed a bagel and her stomach growled in anticipation of the feast she smelled. Sweet heavenly bacon this early hit the sweet spot no matter the hour.
She pushed up from the feather-soft pillows and for a moment reconsidered five more minutes of snuggle time between the sheets that smelled like Marshall.
Better not. Snow white quilts layered on the bed fell to her waist.
Shower then food. And coffee. Lots and lots of survival juice if she were to make it on… she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Yep, five and a half hours of sleep.
A ding came from her phone and she plucked it off the side table. The damn thing died last night. After plugging it in she’d left it off without another thought before falling like a rock into bed the previous night.
There you are! I was worried. Are you ready to party? Only one more day.
A string of tiny margaritas, eggplants, and bikinis followed her gran’s text message.
Juniper laughed and hit reply.
Good morning Gran. Phone died while Marshall and I worked. Getting my go-go boots polished as we speak! Tomorrow will be a blast! I have news to share.
She cringed a bit but hit send. Her gran had an uncanny ability to read between the lines and predict outcomes and she had no doubt her cryptic message sent red flags up.
Two seconds later as Juniper predicted her gran came back with:
I’ll have the wine chilled and the girls here.
A second message came through with bows and wedding bells.
Another ping. This time a picture of Gran and Callie’s smiling faces pretending to eat red edible undies filled her screen. Cherry flavored she presumed.
You guys are too much before coffee! Over and out till later. Be good!
A string of hearts followed by a kissing smiley face was the only reply.
She fell back on the bed and melted a little at how the mattress and all the pillows swallowed her. She seriously contemplated never leaving its heavenly softness.
But bacon. Unless she could find a way to get it delivered, she would need to shower and get dressed.
She let out an exasperated sigh.
After breakfast, she had a million phone calls to make. Because Callie needed to know, Juniper had filled her in on the wedding details and the new development of her being Marshall’s new bride. That went down like a box of thumbtacks, but Callie agreed to keep her mouth sealed until Juniper could tell the family.
