Noah shook his head. “I’ve done more than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“The church in Sapphire Bay wants to build a village made from tiny homes. I told Cassie our trust would purchase the land and gift it back to the church—as long as she agreed to work exclusively with us.”
Jack sunk into a chair. “Are you crazy?”
“I was desperate.”
“What you offered was not only illegal, it was stupid. If you thought Tony Harper’s trial was a circus, this could be worse.”
“Cassie won’t take it any farther.”
“Don’t be too sure. You should call your legal team.”
“That won’t help.” He needed to apologize to Cassie, but he couldn’t do it from Manhattan. Quickly, he slid the folder Jack had given him into his briefcase and unplugged his laptop. “I’m going to Sapphire Bay.”
“What for?”
“To talk to Cassie.”
Jack crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Have you heard of the telephone?”
“You don’t think I should go?”
“Granddad’s getting involved in things he shouldn’t and the board of directors is after blood—and it isn’t mine. You can’t afford to leave.”
“If I fly out tonight, I’ll be back by Sunday.” Noah pulled on his jacket and looked at the work sitting on his desk. As long as he had his laptop, he could work through the electronic copies of the reports from anywhere.
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “This is the second time you’ve dropped everything to travel to Sapphire Bay. What’s going on?”
“Nothing you need to worry about. I’ll see you soon.” On his way out of the office, Noah asked Charlotte to book a flight to Polson and rearrange his schedule. The meetings he couldn’t miss would have to be held by teleconference because, regardless of what his brother thought, some things couldn’t wait. And one of them was fixing the worst mistake of his life.
Cassie held out a cream,floor-length veil. “What about this one?”
Sam scrunched up her nose. “It’s too old-fashioned. I want a veil that’s short and sassy.”
“I think I saw the perfect one.” Megan disappeared into a room at the back of the bridal boutique.
Cassie looked around the store. “I hope Mrs. Cousins is still here. I don’t think she’d want Megan rummaging through her shelves.”
A slightly frazzled woman rushed past Sam and Cassie. “I’m on my way. I know the veil Megan’s talking about.”
“It’s just as well Mrs. Cousins is used to us,” Sam said. “It’s a pity Brooke isn’t here. It would have felt like a family reunion.”
It hadn’t been that long ago that Sam and Brooke had been helping Megan find the perfect bridal gown. And now, a few months later, it was Sam’s turn to be transformed into a beautiful bride.
Cassie ran her hand along a row of bridesmaids’ dresses. “Have your sisters had their final dress fitting?”
Sam sighed. “Almost. Bailey is happy with her dress, but Shelley is driving everyone insane. If she’d married her ex-fiancé, she wouldn’t be picking on every last detail of my wedding.”
With less than two weeks until the big day, Cassie was amazed that Sam was still talking to her sister. Shelley had called Sam each day, reconfirming all the details that were already in her electronic wedding planner.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with my sister,” Sam moaned. “Did I tell you she’s thinking of moving to Sapphire Bay?”
Cassie’s eyes widened. “I thought she liked living in Bozeman.”
“So did I. But after her last vacation with me, she decided that Flathead Lake would be a good change.”
