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and gave the man a kiss on the cheek. He wiped it off, semi-surreptitiously, and glared.
    “Barely,” he told her. “Who’s the blonde?”
    “My sister. Remember? I told you she’d be with me.” Andy was much more patient with her planner than called for. Then again, he was the best.
    “But you didn’t tell me she was blonde.” This time Tim’s glare went past Andy to fall on Lacy.
    “You’re blond too,” Lacy reminded him.
    He narrowed his eyes further but directed his comment to Andy. “She’ll throw off my color scheme! It was built around your hair. Are you dead set on involving her?”
    Lacy’s mouth fell open. Was he really suggesting cutting her from the wedding just because her hair was the wrong color? Maybe he just had an odd sense of humor. The kind that wasn’t funny.
    “Yes, Tim. That’s a non-negotiable.” So far Andy appeared to be perfectly capable of handling the man by herself. If Lacy wasn’t so stunned by him, she might have suggested her sister take the meeting without her.
    Tim sighed overdramatically. “Well, screw everything. We’ll have to revise. You better come in.”
    Lacy fingered her scheme-destroying curls as Tim led them inside to a wood-paneled room filled with low tables, portfolios, and very expensive-looking rugs. With each step, he winced, as if he had hidden nerve endings in the carpets. He stopped at a table and flipped open a binder.
    “You see this?”
    Lacy and Andy leaned down to study the pictures before them. “You did the Jen Jankovich wedding?” Lacy asked, recognizing the elite heiress socialite celebrity in the photos. It had been one of the biggest events in recent Boston history.
    Tim theatrically clapped his hand to his chest. “God, no. If I’d done that event, the city would still be talking about it. That planner had absolutely no taste. There’s far too much white going on and far too few elephants.”
    “I didn’t realize there were elephants at all.” Andy seemed to actually be imagining how to incorporate pachyderms in her ceremony.
    “There weren’t. That’s my point.”
    Lacy bit her lip. “Terrifying” wasn’t the word Lacy would have used for him. “Hilarious” was better. He was so strange, so outrageous, so intense. It was hard to imagine that his plans for the big event wouldn’t reflect those same attributes. Now that was terrifying.
    “That was an example of what not to do.” He slammed the portfolio shut. “Your event, on the other hand, is going to be gigantic,” he informed Andy. “The talk of the town. The ceremony of the century. A mind-blowing pain in the ass.”
    Lacy was baffled. Wasn’t that a good thing for someone whose living was made off gigantic events?
    “I know, Tim.” The desperation in Andy’s voice was at least half put on. “That’s why I need you. I’m completely overwhelmed.”
    Lacy would have sworn he actually puffed up like a fancy bird.
    He turned to pat her sister’s hand. “I know, Andy. You do. You really do. Especially with this insane timeline you’ve given me. Less than four months to plan the kind of wedding you want? I’m the only one who could pull it off. Truly.” Just as quickly, he dropped Andy’s hand and swept his arm toward a tray holding two Bloody Marys, garnished with olives, limes, and beef jerky. “I made you drinks. You’ll need them.”
    Lacy, who was bubbling with the urge to say a lot of things she shouldn’t, grabbed one and took a large gulp. It was stronger than she’d anticipated, and spicier. She tried to disguise her cough with a moan of “yum,” but Tim gave her a Look that said he knew what she was doing.
    “Let’s get to work, then, yeah?” Andy was stupid-perky. She took a small sip, which didn’t seem to faze her.
    “Have another,” Tim said to Lacy when she’d finished her glass. She also thought she heard him mutter, “One more round ought to do it.” It was hard to be sure since the first drink had been quite strong, and