Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
The final days before the wedding were flying by. As much as I looked forward to the wedding, I knew I’d be equally relieved to see it pass. I missed when it was just the three of us and we didn’t have this big project looming over every decision.
Remington kept me busy and preoccupied during work hours while I split my free time between studying, playing with Elara, and making sure all the last minute wedding plans were set. When evening rolled around each night, I was too exhausted to do more than cuddle up with Hale and watch a show.
Our weekends were reserved for everything we needed to get done so that we could enjoy the time off during the wedding festivities. I couldn’t imagine Hale not working, but he swore he was keeping his calendar open for the next two months while we got married and honeymooned our asses off. I was going to need a B-12 shot for all the sex I planned to have after we lifted the sex-ban.
Things were moving fast and, while it started as a short engagement, it ended more rapidly than I’d expected. We were one week away and even though all the big things were done and the little details were handled, I couldn’t shake the feeling of overlooking something, but Hale assured me we were ready.
There would be no more traveling overseas before the wedding. However, Hale still had one more trip to make up north to meet with Clayton, his lawyer.
“You scheduled a meeting during wedding week?” I pouted, looking over the itinerary on the iPad as I sipped my coffee in bed.
“It won’t take long. I’ll leave in the morning and be back to New York by evening.” He exited the bathroom in a billowing cloud of steam and disappeared into his dressing room.
“But isn’t Clayton coming to the wedding? Can’t you talk about whatever you have to discuss when he gets to the hotel?”
“I’m not doing business during our wedding, Rayne.”
“Then why is our entire guest list made up of business contacts,” I grumbled into my mug.
He poked his head out of the dressing room. “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
He tightened his tie. “Rule number one, never mix business with pleasure.”
“Um, then how do you explain me?”
He adjusted his cuffs. “You never worked for me.”
“But we were on a business trip the first time you took me to bed.”
“What’s your point? Are you planning to report me to human resources?”
“Maybe.” I glanced back at the iPad. “If you’re meeting Clayton, I’ll be the one welcoming everyone. I don’t know these people. Can’t I go with you?”
“Not this time. And it’s only one afternoon. You won’t even realize I’m gone.”
“Sometimes I think you don’t know me at all.”
He exited the dressing room and leaned down to give me a kiss. “I know you better than you realize.”
I grabbed the front of his shirt, purposely wrinkling it. “One day your looks will fade and so will your power over me, mister.”
His hand slipped under the covers. “I have other methods of getting what I want.”
I squirmed out of reach and flipped to my stomach. “None of that. We have to go over the rest of this itinerary.”
He sighed. “Rayne, we’ve been over this. Andrew’s flying out with us tomorrow morning. Your mom and Tyler should be there by the time we arrive. My mom gets in late tonight, and my dad won’t get there until Monday evening.”
I frowned. “Monday evening’s the welcome dinner.”
“You work with him every day, Rayne. Does he really need to be welcomed?”
“That’s different. And most of the time we talk on the phone.” I was already dialing him. “He’s family, Hale. He needs to be there for all the things.”
Remington answered on the first ring. “What is it, Meyers?”
“Remington,” I snapped. “The wedding festivities start tomorrow evening and I expect you there on time.”
“Why are you bothering me about this? I have assistants who handle my schedule. Oh, right, that’s you.”
“Yes, that is me, and I told you to be in New York by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.”
“I’m arriving at six. Dinner’s not until seven.”
“That’s not enough time.”
He grumbled. “Damn it, Meyers, then move my flight. I’m in the middle of something here.”
I paused, trying to guess what he might be doing that had him so preoccupied on a Sunday morning. His schedule was currently open. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
I didn’t believe him. “Is Odette with you?”
“She’s shopping.”
I switched the call to Facetime, but he didn’t answer. “Pick up the Facetime, Remington.”
“No.”
“Are you smoking?”
“I’ll see you Monday.” The call went dead and I growled.
“I’m going to murder your father.”
“Get in line,” Hale mumbled, adjusting his jacket.
Registering that he was dressed for the office on a Sunday, I frowned. “Where are you going?”
“I have to run an errand.”