Dog, her dog-training and day care center in San Francisco, for almost a decade, and yet she was still boggled by the seemingly endless details of putting together a big family wedding with only two weeks’ notice. Granted, she’d never been all that focused on traditionally female things, like clothes or shoes or weddings. Sometimes it still made her laugh to think that she’d ended up with a man who knew more about those things than she did. Not that Zach wasn’t all man, of course. Just thinking of the decidedly alpha way he’d woken her up this morning had her shivering at the delicious memories.
He wasn’t only naughty—he was completely incorrigible. And she loved every single second of it.
There was no other man she’d ever let strip all of her defenses away. Only Zach.
“Thank God for you and your spreadsheets, Megan.” Heather smiled across the coffee table at her soon-to-be sister-in-law to reinforce her gratitude.
“You’ve already put so much time into working on the wedding,” Vicki agreed. Judging by the smears of white clay on her cheeks, hair, and hands, Heather guessed Vicki had come straight to the meeting from her studio. “We know you’re busy with two kids and your CPA business, so if you want us to take it from here—”
“Are you kidding?” Megan grinned. “I love spreadsheets. And using them to plan your double wedding is pretty much the most fun thing ever. Gabe was actually teasing me about it last night.” Heather found the flush in Megan’s cheeks when she brought up her firefighter husband totally adorable. They were the sweetest family with ten-year-old Summer and baby Logan.
“I love spreadsheets too,” Kerry Dromoland said over the computer screen. She was not only one of the finest wedding planners in the Pacific Northwest, she’d also recently gotten engaged to Zach’s cousin Adam, who was an architect specializing in historic renovations in Seattle. “I’m sorry I can’t do more to help, especially when putting on weddings is what I do for a living.”
“Please don’t apologize for anything, Kerry,” Vicki said. “You’re already juggling four weddings that you’ve been hired to put on in the next two weeks, so you should be giving them your full attention. And the master checklists you sent us have been super helpful.”
Heather looked at the women gathered together in Chase and Chloe’s living room, the most central meeting location for the group. Lori had come north from her farm in Pescadero and Nicola south from her vineyard in Napa. “We’re so grateful to all of you.”
“All four of us are grateful,” Vicki agreed. “Even if Ryan has to be at the stadium to get ready for the first World Series game—”
“And Zach would rather have a root canal than be on a wedding-planning committee.” Lori’s statement had everyone laughing at the truth of it.
“Chloe and Lori,” Vicki continued, “you’re saving our butts big-time by putting together the look of the wedding and choreographing where everyone needs to be during the double ceremony. And Sophie, we are hugely thankful for your encyclopedic knowledge of the Sullivan family tree and all its various branches all over the world. I know you offered to call and email everyone in addition to sending the invitations, but—”
“It’s my pleasure,” Sophie assured them. “It’s been too long since I’ve spoken to some of our relatives anyway.” She looked down at the long list of names. “How did I not know that Jansen is now living in Prague?”
Zach and Ryan’s mother, Mary, leaned over to explain, “Jansen is one of their second cousins once removed on Jack’s side.”
Heather couldn’t keep from laughing out loud. Yes, this double wedding was a daunting task, but it was already so much fun getting to spend time working on it with so many amazing women. She’d never dreamed of having such a big family, but boy, did she enjoy every second of it. Falling in love with a