Wes sighed and went to pour himself another glass. Taking the bottle away, I substituted another. This wasmybourbon that Grace chose for me. He had his own in the basement.
With a shrug, he filled his glass with that. “I missed that. I got a little distracted that he got her a beach compound on her own island.”
“Well, I think it’s more of an estate than a compound,” I pointed out.
“She deserves it, it’s just a little weird.”
“True. Weirder than the cabin we got Evan?” I asked, curious.
He thought for a moment. “Just a little. Though it’s kinda sweet that he loves her so much that he got her a fucking island.”
“Yeah, it is. Not to change the subject, but is it bad that I want to see Spencer’s cousin steal my mother’s project and turn it into an artist’s colony? Honestly, I think downtown Rockland needs one.” I poured myself a glass.
“I like that idea. Hey, take care of Grace while I’m gone, okay? I feel like all this party planning is making her cranky. Does Evan really need to drag her headlong into it? Can’t he wait until her party with Spencer is done?” He took a sip of his drink.
“Evan’s just excited,” I assured. “I’ll take care of her. Do you know if she has a dress to wear? It’s not just a concert. It’s a fundraising gala.”
Wes blinked. “She has a wardrobe full of dresses.”
Thought so.
Well, Spencer wasn’t the only person who knew how to buy dresses.
Chapter Seventeen
Grace
“Are you okay, Grace?” Tish, one of my coworkers who worked for Margie, asked as I refilled my coffee in the breakroom at Compass BioTek.
“Spencer and Wes left today for the symposium.” The box of pastries tempted me, and I grabbed a chocolate one.
“They’ll be back soon,” she assured. Several people had left, including Tish’s mate, who worked with Wes.
“I feel shitty. I might walk to the drugstore at lunch because I have book club tonight.” It was the kind of shitty that meant itwas almost PMS time. Though considering how many hormones they’d shot me up with when I was in the hospital, I’d been expecting it.
“Feel better. Let me know if you need a walk buddy.” She grabbed a pastry and got a mug.
I went back to my office. Yeah, I needed to see what this world’s PMS relief options were. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be awful this time. With a new job, I didn’t want to call in because I was doubled over in pain, crying and throwing up because the cramps were too bad.
Though considering I hadn’t had a period since I’d gotten here, it probably wouldn’t be fun.
I should also see what this world’s feminine hygiene product situation was, too.
For a while, I worked and texted back and forth with the fancy wedding planner. Finally, I went to the executive area on the top floor, then went into Spencer’s suite of offices to find Mrs. Katsopolis.
She looked up at me from her desk. “Hi, Grace, Dear.”
“Hi, Mrs. K.” I waved. She always looked so polished and pulled together.
“I have those lists for you; I’ll send them over. If you need any help with the invitations, let me know. I’m happy to help with anything. Making favors, setting up, whatever you need,” she offered.
“Tell me little things he likes that I should make sure are included?” I pulled a chair over. We were alone on the floor, except for perhaps an assistant or two.
We went over a few things, which was helpful.
“Wait, he plays what?” I blinked. Spencer was musical? I’d have to look up and see what a bouzouki even was.
“At some point he’ll probably end up playing with his cousin’s band, it’ll be fun,” she assured.
