“Date?” Terrence manages.
“I’ll be in touch with the contract shortly,” I say, shutting down the conversation.
“We’ll walk you out,” Asher says. “And yes, Friday is all set and ready to go.”
“Wonderful!”
I walk out with my head held high, fully aware that Sheila would sell her soul to the devil himself for a chance to gouge my eyes out. But she can’t do anything about this. And Terrence looks downright pitiful, standing next to his belle while I am accompanied by his three stepbrothers.
His ego must be screaming in pain.
By the time we reach the top of the front steps again, Jamie is one breath away from struggling to hold in his laughter. I hook my hand through his as we make our way down the stairs, but not before I give the Morgan brothers one more thankful smile.
“See you,” I tell them.
“Oh, God, that was just too much on so many levels,” Jamie gasps as we get in the car. I turn the heat on first, then let the engine rev till it’s purring softly. “It was savage, Will.”
“But we got what we wanted, didn’t we?”
“Plus, a side dish of sweet revenge. My lord, Terrence was transfixed. He did not see any of it coming. And Sheila. I have to give that cold-hearted shrew credit. She held it together. We’ll need to be careful, though.Youneed to be careful,” he says, gradually assuming a more serious tone.
I offer a sigh as I pull out of the parking space and head for the estate’s main gates. “Yes, I know. She’ll keep poking and prodding every chance she gets.”
“And we’ll keep taking her money,” Jamie says. “That’s not the problem. You do need to be careful about how she might interfere with your dating life.”
“Sheila has no control over the Morgan brothers. They madethat much obvious just now.” I giggle softly. “Man, she almost choked on that bitter pill, didn’t she?”
“She might’ve had a little trouble swallowing.”
However, Jamie does raise a solid concern. Sheila is playing a game here—and chances are, it’s the kind of game that will burn me, if I’m not careful. We need to make this wedding happen at any cost, and we need to make it happen at the standard we always promise to deliver.
High end. Perfect. Sublime.
Without any compromise. Without complaints. Without any reason for Sheila to turn around and claim we botched Terrence and Katrina’s wedding in any way, shape, or form. Otherwise, she’ll use my status as Terrence’s ex-fiancé to trash me and our agency. She will bury us, if I give her the chance.
I won’t.
4
WILLOW
I’ve been so preoccupied with keeping our business afloat that I’ve not had time to think about this very moment. Wrapped in a simple, knee-length black dress with matching pumps, I walk out of my apartment building with a shivering confidence.
Cole, Toby, and Asher step out of the silver Lexus to greet me.
“Look at you, ready to steal the show,” Cole says, half smiling as he looks at me.
I tilt my head back to lose myself in the greenish blue pools of his eyes. “You give me far too much credit, sir.”
“You should give yourself more,” he says.
The way he says it sends playful chills down my spine. Toby opens the passenger door for me.
“Let’s get you out of this cold.”
“Where are we going, exactly?” I ask as I get in.
I ride shotgun while Cole drives, and his brothers occupy the backseat with their massive frames—the three of them clad in shades of grey and dark blue to match their piercing gazes and the silver specks in their hair.
