I swallowed.
“See?”
I let out a nervous laugh. “Uh… like either of us will have a choice?”
“Asshole,” he laughed. “But I’ll be at Yazzy’s party… assuming I’m not in the delivery room.”
“Good.”
We chatted for several more minutes before Callum lured Kerry away with promises of foot rubs and knots.
The call disconnected, then it was just me in my cabin with my thoughts.
I had to cycle off my suppressants. There wasn’t a question about that.
Was I ready for Craig to bond and breed me?
Did I really want to wait any longer?
∞∞∞
“Hey Simon,” I said as I spotted him at the resort’s front desk. I strode over, Russy at my heel. “What brings you inside?”
He let out a long sigh. “Same thing that brought you here. Details for this wedding.”
One of my eyebrows went up. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “Don’t get me wrong. I love to see it, but it’s a pain in the ass.”
“Oh?”
“They reserved every room available for the full weekend, and told us that if any of the already-existing reservations were cancelled, to go ahead and book those rooms for them as well.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah.” He reached down and scratched behind Russy’s ears. “How ya doin’, Russy?”
Russy’s tail thumped on the floor in response.
He stood again and rubbed the back of his neck. “Apparently, the high-priced planner is driving Ollie insane with the requests. Like, yeah, our amenities… we’ve got you. Connections to people like you. We’re good. But she’s calling constantly, asking for DJ or photographer recs. Like… that’s why you’re making the big bucks! Let us handle our responsibilities, and stop trying to offload things that you should be handling.”
“But you have those recs,” I replied. “I’ve seen the recommended vendors list.”
“And Ollie sent it over, multiple times. Apparently they’re all too mainstream, whatever the fuck that means.”
“All of them? You’ve got a pretty good-sized list considering Mount Sable’s population.”
Simon shrugged. “Hell if I know. One good bit is that they got an indie musician they like from Mountain Springs to do the cocktail hour. Ian Jacobson… I think.”
“Name’s familiar,” I replied. “If it’s who I think, he’s pretty good. He’s played at charity events where I’ve donated pieces.”
“That’s something… I guess.”
I chuckled. “Lemme take Russy up to your dad, since you’ll be in the meeting. Normal conference room?”
“Yep.”
“Ok, see you in a few.”
