Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“You’re so sweet.” Rosy is from Kersey. I knew it would be best to get a wedding planner that was close to the beach house, and Rosy is one of the best, something Mace tried to inform me of since it seems he already put his assistant on helping find a wedding planner. He’d gotten a list with five names, and Rosy was at the top. His assistant tried to call Two Rings but was met with a laugh and hung up on, while I have the owner's direct number right in my phone.
“I’m just happy you thought of me.”
“Of course I thought of you. How is Sally doing?”
“She’s doing really well. I’m sure she’ll be on the dance floor wiggling her new hips.” I snort a laugh.
Rosy’s mom lives around the block from our beach house, and she’s a hoot. Her yard has always bothered some of the other neighbors since her multimillion-dollar home has plastic pink flamingos in it with a bunch of garden gnomes. If you tossed out a few metal lawn chairs, you’d think you were in Florida at a retirement community. In all fairness, Sally is retired.
When I heard about her fall, I went down to lend a hand. I knew her two dogs would need someone to look after them, and Rosy is Sally’s only child. Being one of the most sought-after wedding planners keeps Rosy busy, and I knew they both would need some help.
“I’m glad. Hope she’s back to giving Mr. Parker hell,” I say, and Rosy laughs. “I’m going to send over this list of names our moms put together. Can you add Mr. Parker to it?” Rosy laughs harder at my request. “What? The two of them are always dancing around each other. They might as well dance with each other.” Mr. Parker lives right next to Sally.
He loves to complain the most about her lawn, but too bad for him I’m the head of the homeowners association. It’s not hard to win when everyone in the neighborhood goes back to the city during voting.
Only a handful of people live in our subdivision full-time, and I only had to do a little campaigning. It was Sally’s idea, and she said I’d be a shoo-in. She said they’d see my name and just vote for me. She was right.
“Sounds like a plan. I’m going to shoot over a sheet to fill in. It will help me get this ball rolling. Then I won’t have to ask you a million questions.”
“Perfect,” I chirp as a small weight lifts off my chest.
It quickly returns when my eyes meet Mace’s, who is still staring at me. I’m sure he’s shocked I somehow pulled off getting Rosy, and I’m going to try and not be smug about it. I answer a few more quick questions before I end the call.
“Who’s Mr. Parker?” That’s really all he has to ask after that conversation?
“You know the house with the pink flamingos and garden gnomes?”
“It’s hard to miss.”
“Well, Rosy’s mom Sally lives there, and Mr. Parker is the blue house next to it.”
“Do you know everyone in the neighborhood?”
“Of the beach house, yes.” I nod. “Not here yet, but give me some time.” Oddly, it’s harder to get to know people in the city, and we all live on top of each other.
“I’m surprised.”
“Why?” Of course he is. “I’m the president of the homeowners association, I’ll have you know.”
“I do know. I voted for you. I mean, I’m surprised you don’t know everyone here already.”
“Oh.” He voted for me? Mace would have had to take a trip out to do that and spend his whole day to go and vote for me. How did he even know about it? “Well, Rosy is sending me a document to fill in, so I’ll do that. I guess that’s it for today.” I stand from the sofa, but Mace doesn’t move.
“I’m not leaving. I’ll help you fill it in. Should we order food? Are you hungry?”
“That’s my question,” I mutter, more to myself.
“You want Promiscuous Spoons?”
“I love Promiscuous Spoons, but they don’t do carryout.” That’s probably a good thing.
“You couldn't get carryout from there?” His brows furrow together in disbelief.
“I mean, maybe I could call Nora and ask.”
“Nora?”
“She’s one of the hostesses. Wait, you eat at Promiscuous Spoons?”
“Homemade pizza bagels and mac and cheese balls. Yeah, I eat there.”
“Those are my favorite!” I let out a small moan thinking about all that melted cheese.
“I know Joe. I’m sure he’ll let my assistant swing by and grab us something.” Mace clicks away on his phone.
“You know Joe? I’ve never met him. They say he doesn’t leave the kitchen.”
“He’s a client.” Mace shrugs.
“You’ll introduce me?”
“No.”
“Rude,” I huff.
“Joe might not leave the kitchen when he’s at work, but his bedroom is as busy as his restaurant.”