“We’vebeen working too hard.”
He smiled.
She smiled back. “By the way, what’s the name of the cologne you wear?”
“Cologne?”
“Is it aftershave?”
“I don’t wear any.”
“Oh.” She gulped, feeling naked and exposed and oh-so-embarrassed. “Cade’s birthday is coming up and…”
Will’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “His birthday, huh?”
Busted. Heat flooded her already-warm cheeks.No problem. It could be worse. She wasn’t sure how, but… She cleared her Mojave-dry throat and nodded.
He stared at her, a wry smile on his lips. “Which one am I supposed to look at?”
“Which what?”
“Which seating chart?”
“Both of them.”
What was happening to her? Embarrassing herself was one thing, but acting like a total airhead was another. So what if Will smelled good and it wasn’t manmade but his own natural scent and maybe a nice bar of soap or even his shampoo? So what if he knew she liked how he smelled, too? No big deal. She could ignore it. Ignore that her new standard of what a man should smell like had just been cemented in her mind and olfactory nerves.
“Why are there two charts?” he asked.
“One is for the wedding reception, and one is for the anniversary party.”
Will flashed her a here-we-go-again look and then studied the chart. “This is really detailed.”
“No one wants big surprises on the big day, so I try to be as detailed as possible to see how things will mesh.”
“Is that why you were trying on the veil?”
“What veil?”
“At your office.” Interest gleamed in Will’s gaze. “You say you don’t want to be a bride yourself, yet you tried on that veil. Why?”
“I wanted to see if the veil and wreath matched.”
“Couldn’t you have just held them up together?”
Yes, but she hadn’t. Kelsey wasn’t sure what had compelled her to try them on. She hadn’t felt the need to do that in years, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Will. He already knew too much about her. She was a private person, but something made it easy for her to open up to him. Not about this, though. She tilted her chin. “I wanted to see the full effect.”
“And did you?”
“I did.” She’d seen a whole lot more than that, too. It was as if she’d been transported to another time, another place. Everything she’d never expected to feel—love, happily ever after, magic—had filled her office in that one moment. Her lips trembled with the urge to smile, but she didn’t. “Just part of the job.”
He studied her, his eyes cool and contemplative. “It always comes back to the job.”
“A wedding is serious business to the bride and groom.” Very serious. Kelsey couldn’t afford to be distracted by foolish romantic notions and Will Addison. Strictly business. That was all their relationship could be, all she wanted it to be. “Wait until you see the schedule I’m putting together. Talk about detailed. Timing will make or break a wedding reception. If it’s right, no one will notice, but if it’s off, guests know.”
“I don’t get it.” Will raised a brow. “How can you put so much work into a wedding you don’t think will last, let alone happen in the first place?”
The way he looked at her made Kelsey feel as if she were disappointing him. Well, he disappointed her because she’d already answered his question the first time he asked it. Either he hadn’t listened or her answer hadn’t been good enough, which meant he didn’t get her. “Look. I agreed to coordinate Faith’s wedding, and I’m doing it. What I believe about the situation doesn’t matter.”
