“Cherry happens to be mine.”
“So I’m tart, and you’re sweet.” She laughed. “This could make for an interesting wager.”
He smiled. “Seriously, there’s no need for us to bet. Faith will go through with it this time. Trent’s different from her other fiancés. What you see is what you get. No games, no ego trips. Faith has found the one.”
“The one?” Kelsey tried not to sound too incredulous.
“Her soulmate, heart mate, love of a lifetime.”
Surely, he couldn’t be serious. Yet the wistful look in his eyes was hard to ignore. It must be the lighting, right? Men didn’t get wistful about such things. Especially married men. Yet a part of her wondered if Will had married who he believed to be his “one” and how he treated her because he sounded completely in love with his wife.
Kelsey tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t tell meyoubelieve in those things?”
“Of course, I do.” His eyes narrowed. “Just because I’m a guy doesn’t mean I’m not…”
“A romantic at heart?” she offered.
He nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with being romantic. Women like that in a man.”
Kelsey shrugged. “Some women might, others…”
“I feel sorry for those who don’t.”
Oh, boy. They came in all shapes and sizes, those romantic idealists who believed in love at first sight and happily ever after, but she’d never met one in a more perfect package than Will Addison. Too bad she didn’t share any of his beliefs.
No, it wasn’t too bad. After everything she’d been through growing up, Kelsey knew better. That reminder should kill whatever attraction she felt for Mr. Romance.
She headed toward the storage room. “Would you give me a hand, please?”
Together, they carried the leather trunk she took with her to out-of-town weddings into the office. From Telluride to Turkey, the contents of that trunk had saved the day more than once.
Will tapped the top of the trunk. “What’s this for?”
“Anything I might need to keep me from having to run around a town I’m not familiar with and waste time I don’t have to spare. You’d be amazed at what can happen on the morning of a wedding.”
She opened the trunk, rummaged through it, and made a mental list of what needed to be packed. “Does Faith have a wedding dress to wear?”
“Yes.”
“That’s right. I forgot,” Kelsey said. “She’s got four of them. Let’s hope she hasn’t had any alterations done yet in case she’s a no-show again.”
Will laughed. At least he had a sense of humor. Not that it mattered, she reminded herself.
“Does she have a headpiece and veil?”
The smile faded from his face. “My mother planned to make one herself, a la Martha Stewart. She got hooked on crafting last summer, but the stroke…”
“I’ve got plenty to choose from.” Kelsey stared at her selection. “Do you know what style of gown Faith’s chosen?”
“No,” Will admitted. “That’s been the most highly guarded secret, next to her engagement itself.”
“Not a problem.” Kelsey filled the trunk with a variety of headpieces—halos, silk flower wreaths, beaded tiaras, and veils of all different lengths. If worse came to worst, she’d call in a few favors owed to her. “We’ll bring several with us.”
“What about the one you were wearing?”
It would kill her to let Faith wear the vintage ensemble, but Kelsey had to admit it would look lovely with the movie star’s long, wavy locks. “I’ll pack it.”
“Do you need anything else in here?”
