Eve Devon - The Wedding Planner

‘What the hell is a ship name?’ Seth asked, lowering his six-foot-two frame down to the ground so that he could settle himself comfortably beside her.

It was weird to have Gloria show any kind of interest in his love life.

If a scowl could be considered interest, that was, and not that he had a love life.

Steering clear of that for the foreseeable and maybe even the ‘foreverable’.

Gloria shook her head sadly at him. ‘You have adorbs down but not ship and exclusive? Ship – as in relationship. A ship name is where you merge your names together for added impressiveness. Like Kimye.’

‘Okay. Pretty sure any ship I was supposed to be in has sailed. And exclusivity hardly ever stays that way. We have the battle scars to prove it.’

Gloria didn’t say anything and instead focused all her attention on her apple.

What no comeback?

Without stopping to think too much about it he reached out, enclosed her hand and the apple in his and brought the two up to his mouth. He paused for a moment to take in the shocked bounce of her gaze to his and then, caught up in the darkening shade of green, bit into the apple to appease some of the gnawing hunger. He chewed, swallowed and had a thought. ‘So if you and I were shipping we’d be referred to as Gleth or Sloria?’

She stared at his mouth and he felt the crazy little jump in the pulse-point at her wrist. Reward in and of itself, he mused, instructing himself to let go of her hand. Stroking his thumb over that jump of flesh would start something he had no business starting and he had a new rule about not being a dick.

‘You see,’ she mumbled. ‘Either way it just doesn’t work.’

‘Well, phew, right?’

The way she licked her lips didn’t look accidental and his body said screw it. With his eyes on hers he took another bite of the apple, his lips accidentally-not-accidentally grazing the skin of her thumb.

She snatched her apple back and rubbed her thumb. ‘Hannibal much? How can you always be so hungry?’

‘Appetite for life,’ he said, trying not to focus on the jaw-dropping news he had the power to get Gloria to full-on blush from a simple touch.

‘Appetite for life?’ she snorted. ‘I suppose it’s about time.’

He forgot about flirting as her words struck home. For a while, particularly the while right after seeing Joanne so happily shacked-up with another man, he had lost his verve … his zest … his you-only-get-one-life approach.

It wasn’t jealousy that had zapped it. His free-falling pride-tumbling descent had been more to do with his brothers and sisters considering it their duty to issue well-meaning lectures on the steps to maintaining a happy and stable relationship. Each offering had been delivered first-class signed-for and fully-tracked to ensure maximum overlap.

He hadn’t been able to take a breath for all the ‘You know if you’d …’ and ‘I think for the future …’ And ‘You have to stop thinking you can just do what you want, when you want …’ advice.

Advice that had made him question if they knew him at all.

‘So what’s got you so peckish?’ asked the woman who, instead of offering advice had simply served him a drink when he’d needed it, let him talk when he’d needed it, flirted with him when he’d needed it and riled him right on out of his pity party when he’d needed it.

His gaze snagged on her mouth and for a moment he couldn’t seem to get his brain to follow through on her question. ‘Even if your name was Eve our ship name wouldn’t work,’ he muttered.

‘Huh?’

‘Huh?’ he repeated, and then as a bee buzzed madly over the prop in her hand, and she, thankfully, swatted lazily at it, bouncing it back out of whatever kind of crazy magnetic field they’d created, the spell was broken. ‘What’s got me peckish? I’ve a little idea I’m busy working on.’

‘Is that right?’ Her gaze slid over him slowly. ‘You sure you haven’t got hours of manual labour you need to be conducting?’

And he was back in that crazy magnetic field again.

Usually a slow and thorough assessment from Gloria was followed by a quick and equally thorough putdown designed to indicate she was bored of playing but today’s was accompanied by another bloom of heat that swept in across her cheekbones and caused her eyelids to flutter shut as if in denial.

The fact she’d actually noticed the affect all the manual labour had had on his body ran quick and hot through him, making him nearly acknowledge how handy the new layers of muscle tone were for his job.

Nearly.

Not actually, thank God.

Because Gloria finding out where he went most nights?

The Captain Kirk inside him might think it was worth brazening out just to see her reaction.

The Spock inside him told him if he wanted any chance of living long and prospering, not to be so stupid.

‘So what are you reading?’ he asked, his gaze snatching on her other prop. ‘Is it for Book Club?’

‘Oh my God, Book Club …’ Immediately she started trying to shove the book into her small bag without him seeing the cover. ‘I have to leave Book Club. I can’t take it anymore.’

‘Anymore?’ He laughed. ‘There’ve only been two meetings.’ Juliet had set up the book club, which met in Cocktails & Chai every other week.

‘It’s awful,’ Gloria said, with a shake of her head. ‘Crispin keeps choosing romance books.’

‘What’s wrong with romance books?’

‘You mean apart from the part where it’s all mahoosive BS?’

‘You think romance is massive bullshit?’

‘I think books based around those six deadly words, is.’

‘Six?’ Seth was no mathlete but even he knew ‘I Love You’ was only three words. ‘Your problem is you’ve had too little romance in your life.’

She did the contemplative stare down at the apple thing again and then added softly, ‘I’m not totally averse to the “I Love You” stuff. I get it makes the world go round.’

Something inside of him broke free so that little remote robots, like the kind found in bomb disposal units, scuttled quickly to the unidentified feeling within him and dealt with it by rolling it back up and pushing it back into the box it had appeared from.

‘It’s what happens afterwards I have the problem with,’ she added.

‘Something to do with those six words?’

‘You know the ones,’ she sighed, then lifted her hands up and moved them apart as if to showcase a headline. ‘And They Lived Happily Ever After’.

Even in his cynical state there was something so sad about her absolute conviction. Like for her those six words would always amount to six hundred degrees of separation from the world.

‘You don’t believe in Happily Ever After?’

She glanced at her watch presumably to check how much time she had left on her lunch break and relaxed back against the tree. After a few moments she said, quietly, ‘It’s like everyone thinks it’s an actual place and once they’re there that’s it. They don’t have to do anything. They just have to be.’

‘In Happily Ever After Land?’ he finished for her.

‘Exactly. Like it’s some Nirvana. I mean,’ she turned her head to look at him, ‘what a load of crock, right?’

‘There she is,’ he said looking back at her relieved.

‘There who is?’

‘The cynic.’

‘Thank you,’ she said with a nod before shooting him a look from under her lashes. ‘You’ve missed her, right?’

Idly he wondered what kind of man could get her to believe in And They Lived Happily Ever After again but because he suspected they might not actually exist, and because her cynicism was a known factor and therefore easier to deal with, he confirmed, ‘I actually have. And to think all it took to bring her back out was getting asked to be a bridesmaid.’