“I can do that. MATE, what is the halfway point between now and Christmas?” she asked, and her personal assistant appeared beside her.
“Do you want a specific day?”
She shook her head.
“No, just give me a date that correlates with my schedule and the construction schedule for the ballroom at Ravensmire.”
MATE paused, and then had the date.
“You’re looking at the week of Halloween. That is the only dates you have booked off and the ballroom will be done.”
She focused on Ian.
“Would a Halloween wedding be better?” she asked.
He smiled.
God.
He loved this woman.
She was always so willing to help people, and go that extra mile.
“I mean, a Halloween wedding in a haunted…”
And he came to a dead stop.
Okay, someone had to tell her. It was making her life miserable not knowing. Her next step was jumping on a jet and sneaking there.
“Guys, just tell me. I don’t work well on not knowing. This is stressing me the fuck out. I worry less when I’m in the loop. Vet me in.”
They could see that.
“If we tell you, then you say nothing, and you don’t get bitchy at Callen and Chris. What they gave you is an amazing castle, and you shouldn’t be shrewish.”
She stared at him.
“Shrewish? Really? Am I that bad?”
They both nodded.
Well, shit.
She had been bitchy about this for as long as she’d known, and that could be construed as shrewish.
Damn.
That made her feel ungrateful, and she wasn’t. She was just overwhelmed with being given things like this.
Charlie had trained her not to accept gifts well.
“I promise not to say a word, and I’ll stop threatening them for buying me this castle.”
If she promised, they’d believe her.
“Do you want the abridged story, or all of it?”
Oh, she wanted all of it.
