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enough for me.”
    Owen gaped a little as he sat back in his chair. He seemed to quickly process the information, grinning back brightly a second later. “I seem to have a similar situation with Naomi. It’s no wonder I’m still single.”
    A twinkle in his eye? Daniel was starting to suspect Owen Grainger was his wet dream designed by Disney Imagineers.
    Oh God, they were flirting.
    Daniel’s ears got hot as tiny sweat droplets began to explode at the back of his neck.
    So of course, he drank more coffee.
    “Shame,” Daniel murmured, giving Owen a look over his cup.
    “Mmmm.” It wasn’t an answer, but Daniel enjoyed the purse of Owen’s amazing mouth.
    Victor’s voice cut through their staring contest. “Gentlemen! Care to join us?” Victor sounded less flirty and more amused. Sarcastic. A little snotty maybe? Daniel tried to simultaneously swallow and turn the chair toward Victor and Ander.
    And immediately caught Ander’s direct stare.
    “We were discussing locations for filming,” Ander said dryly, his lips twisting into amusement, and Daniel could tell he was forgiven. Forgiven and scheduled for an interrogation when they left this meeting.
    Naomi joined them with decadent-looking chocolate cookies and bottles of artisan water a few minutes later. She sat in Owen’s chair and took notes, occasionally reaching up to tuck her long strands of curly hair behind her ears. Every ten sentences or so, Victor would say something far too loud and boisterous and she would roll her eyes in Owen’s direction. He, in turn, sent brotherly-affectionate smiles toward her, stole her pen twice, and began bouncing one leg atop the other clearly just to annoy her.
    Daniel noticed this because he was all-out staring at Owen for the entire meeting.
    “I’m going to send my location scout, Brittany, out to your studio and the apartment by the end of the week,” Owen said. “Then maybe we can take a ride up to the wedding venue next weekend?”
    Ander pulled out his phone. “I think that works. I’ll let Rafe know.”
    “Once we feel good about all the locations and get the proper paperwork taken care of, we can work out the shooting schedule.” Victor glanced at Daniel with an appraising eye. “Does that work for you, young man?”
    Daniel resisted the urge to look over his shoulder for the schoolboy who apparently had snuck into the room. “Yes, that’s fine,” he said, trying to keep his irritation at bay. “You won’t have to film any of my personal areas, will you?” The thought of decluttering his work studio’s meticulous organization sent panic skittering down his spine—never mind imagining a film crew in his teeny two-room apartment.
    “Probably not,” Victor said with a dismissive wave. “Don’t worry, Daniel, you’ll be in the background for this, doing whatever it is with the linens and flowers. We’re focusing on Ander and Rafe and their story.”
    A flush of annoyance spread like wildfire over Daniel’s face, but he didn’t flinch. He just crossed his legs and relaxed back into the chair again, his expression neutral. “As it should be,” he said.
    Owen coughed loudly, casting a side glance with wide eyes and pursed lips at Victor. Naomi gave Daniel an apologetic smile. Just a guess—but he wasn’t the first person to be dismissed by Victor.
    “Actually,” Ander said with deliberate intent, “Daniel isn’t just the wedding planner. He’s been my best friend since we were eight. He’ll be doing more than just ordering tablecloths. He’s also the best man.” There was an edge to his voice, a narrowing of vowels dripping with ice. “I’m sorry I didn’t make that more clear when we arrived.”
    A pregnant pause followed, ironically broken when Naomi made a little “hmmm” sound and Owen clapped his hands to break the awkward silence that followed.
    “Daniel mentioned that to me, and I think it’s a delightful aspect to all this. I hope we can give it proper focus.” Owen