The Billionaire's Second-Chance Bride (The Romero Brothers, #1) Read Online Free PDF

can. We have a business to run, remember? Wait a minute. Aren’t I supposed to be the one avoiding these unusual weddings and you’re supposed to be the one defending them?”
    Maxine laughed. “Listen. You’re right. We have a business to run, but really, what’s the worst he can do?”
    “I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out.”
    “So what are you going to do? Dump the poor old guy and send him into shock and heartache?”
    Lucy thought about that for a moment. It wasn’t going to be as easy as it sounded, was it?
    “Look, we have until the end of this week, right?”
    “I guess.” Maxine shrugged her shoulders.
    “Get out your notepad or iPad. We’re going to go through what we need for this wedding first and consider all the options and start looking at the vendors.”
    “Okay. It’s your funeral.”
    “Maxine!”
    “I’m only teasing, girl.”
    Lucy really had to get used to Maxine’s wry sense of humor. It wasn’t always easy. But she did have a point. Lucy had to look at this thing from all angles. The last thing she wanted was for it to blow up in her face. Or worse, her client’s face. Heck, she really didn’t want to face Antonio III again. Then on second thought, maybe she did want to see him again. Maybe she secretly loved the way his presence revved up her temperature and made her heart pitter-patter in her chest and caused butterflies to explode in her belly. Maybe, Lucy really liked the way he gazed into her eyes making her tingle between her thighs. Oh, God!
    They discussed the Fun Bird ten-tier wedding cake that the bride-to-be, Shelly, requested. And the human slingshot, the location of the trees involved, the plate holders, napkins, decorations, the dressing ensemble for the wedding party and so on. It was to take place on the 16,000-square foot Spanish-style winery and estate. It was a beautiful sprawling acreage with breathtaking views. The mansion had a massive flower garden, a park, a five-hole manicured golf-course, state-of-the-art gymnasium and tennis court. The main house consisted of a 22-bedroom luxury mansion and plenty of guesthouses and employee quarters. How convenient for the live-in staff at the estate.
    The Romeros were also one of the few billionaires in that area that had a private helipad for their lavish home. Their own helicopter was housed there within minutes in case they wanted to, or needed to, fly off at a moments notice.
    Imagine that! A helipad.
    Lucy could not wrap her head around that one. How decadent it must be to live like that. She had heard that the elder patriarch of the family had grown up impoverished as an immigrant and had to fight hard, study hard, network hard and create the empire that he currently owned from the ground up. Literally. 
    Lucy hadn’t actually been to the estate as of yet but she saw the beautiful pictures on the Internet. It was intimidating. Breathtaking. Surreal. Yes, these folks were certainly out of her league. If it weren’t for taking over her auntie’s business, she would have probably never brushed shoulders with the Romero clan. She felt blessed to have had this opportunity. And she also prayed to God that she would not screw this up for Mr. Romero, senior or his grandson, either way.
    As hot and sophisticated as Antonio Romero III was, Lucy still could not believe how a man who had such privilege growing up in a world that was foreign to her and in a world that seemed more like a fantasy than reality, was now accessible to her.
    He still had this sort of down-to-earth, prosaic feel to him. Or maybe, slightly more than mere common. He made her heart flutter in her chest when she was near him. Heck, he had that effect on her all weekend when she kept thinking and fantasizing about him.
    Hot damn!
    Just dreaming about Antonio lifted Lucy's mood. It was true then that a little healthy fantasy could go a long way in improving one’s attitude.
    “Listen, we’d better get back to business at-hand,” Lucy