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to say chemistry, however tenuous it might be.
    His sister gave him her patented flat stare that held about a thousand accusations and never failed to make him feel guilty, even when he’d done nothing wrong.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œRapport?”
    â€œWhat?”
    She rolled her eyes and turned for the door. “Nothing. Just get us this wedding. Then you can do whatever you want with your rapport.”

Chapter 3
    M adison squeezed her phone between her shoulder and ear, and made a beeline toward her Audi. The line rang and rang, until finally Whitney picked up.
    â€œHello,” the future bride sang into the phone.
    â€œIt’s Madison. You were right. Honeywilde is perfect.”
    Whitney squeaked into the phone. “I know, right? Did you get it booked?” The famous lead singer didn’t have to tell Madison how eager she was to have her dream wedding at her dream location; it oozed from every word.
    â€œNot yet. I just finished the tour with the general manager and I’m about to meet with him to make an offer. I have to play it cool versus gushing over how gorgeous it is up here.” She walked around her car, enjoying the private moment to admit how freaking beautiful yet quaint this place was.
    â€œYou’ve seen it now, so you know why I have to have it. Growing up, we went there almost every summer. Pay them whatever they want to clear their schedule and book it.”
    Easier said than done. “You know I can’t pay them whatever. Your manager already chewed me out about this event, then he went after you. I’d like to keep the price within reason and keep him off our backs.”
    Whitney groaned. “Phil is such a dick sometimes. I’m sorry. I know he’s looking out for us, but still.”
    She wasn’t wrong. The band’s business manager was a nightmare. Regardless, Madison’s job was to turn this whole thing into the couple’s dream come true. Not just for them, but for her. If she pulled off this high-profile wedding, her one-woman business would be set. No more backstabbing coworkers, no more sexist boss, no more constant threats of losing her job because someone else didn’t do theirs. “Try not to worry about Phil. You hired me so I can worry about all of the logistics and you don’t have to. I’ll make it work. You have music to tend to.”
    â€œWhen are you going to tell him we need the whole place for a week, in like, less than a month?”
    â€œI won’t be telling him ‘we’ need anything. He doesn’t know who is getting married yet.” Because that’d jack the price up enough to make manager Phil’s nonexistent hair curl.
    â€œSo he could still say no and slam the door in your face? You can tell him it’s us. Maybe it will help.”
    â€œHe’s not going to slam the door in my face.” She bet it’d been months since Honeywilde was booked to full capacity. Madison wasn’t just offering full booking, whether the rooms were used or not, but hefty events costs. The inn needed that kind of money, the same way she needed this wedding to be a success.
    Besides, she wasn’t letting the big-name cat out of the bag unless she had no choice. “I’ll lay out an offer and we’ll massage the deal until it’s done.”
    â€œOh, I hope so.” The wistful longing in Whitney’s voice betrayed her youth. The bride and groom were in their early twenties and, by all accounts, desperately in love.
    Madison wouldn’t say it to them—could never say it to any client—but she thought anyone getting married was out of their mind. She’d gotten close enough to dream about it once, when very young and stupid. Her dream had been built on lies, believed by a silly girl who should’ve known better than anyone else. Weddings were part of her job, not part of her life plan.
    â€œThere’s no need to hope,” she reassured her