Slipping into the bridal suite, I saw Megan pacing the floor again.
“Well?” she asked. “Are you going to help me?”
“Yes.” I nodded and took off my blazer. Then I unzipped my pants.
“You’re going to put on my clothes, ditch the veil, and then take the freight elevator to the ski rental level,” I pushed my pants to the floor. “You’re going to get into the grey SUV that has the ‘Happily Ever After’ Events tag on it, and tell the driver to take you to the airport.”
“My staff will pack up your room in the meantime and meet you within the next forty minutes.”
“Thank you.” She pulled me into a hug, crying. “Thank you so much…”
* * *
Later that night, Asher called me and I answered on the first ring.
“Hello?” I said.
“The words I was hoping to hear are ‘Thank you, Asher.’”
“Thank you, Asher.” I sat up on my bed. “Truly.”
“Did she manage to get on the flight before the groom left the resort?”
“She did,” I said.
“I’d like to cash in on my ‘IOU’ now,” he said.
“That’s quick…”
“I wanttwothings.”
“Let me hear them before I agree.”
“One, my assistant wants a personal session and a custom gown from your mom’s bridal shop.”
“She’s getting married?”
“No…She just wants to have the dress in her closet for whenever the time comes.” He paused. “She’s almost as delusional as you are.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, and that’s an easy deal. What’s the second thing?”
“It’s more like a promise to ‘tell me when’ type of thing.”
“Tell you what?”
“Whenever you finally break up with Brad.”
“Ifthat ever happens, that doesn’t mean anything for you. You don’t date, remember?”
He let out a low laugh that sent tingles up and down my spine, that made me remember the feel of his mouth against my neck.
“Just promise that you’ll tell me,” he said. “Preferably within the same week, but I’ll accept a month.”
“Deal,” I said. “Have your assistant call my shop whenever she’s ready to schedule her dress.”
“Will do.”
“These small favors don’t change anything between us, by the way.”
