Publisher: Harlequin
Publication Date: October 2019
In
Happily Inc, love means never having to say “I do”…
Wedding
coordinator Renee Grothen isn’t meant for marriage. Those who can, do. Those
who can’t, plan. But she never could have planned on gorgeous, talented
thriller writer Jasper Dembenski proposing—a fling, that is. Fun without a
future. And the attraction between them is too strong for Renee to resist. Now
she can have her no-wedding cake…and eat it, too.
After
years in the military, Jasper is convinced he’s too damaged for relationships.
So a flirtation—and more—with fiery, determined Renee is way too good to pass
up…until his flame becomes his muse.
Renee
is an expert at averting every crisis. But is she finally ready to leap into
the one thing that can never be controlled: love?
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Jasper was back? Renee
hadn’t heard. She liked knowing he’d returned from his big book tour. Not for
any reason in particular, she amended hastily. Sure, he was nice, but there
were a lot of nice guys in the world. There was just something about Jasper.
Maybe it was because in addition to being good-looking and just a little
dangerous, he wasn’t a forever kind of guy.
“I saw that!” Pallas
grinned. “I totally saw that. You did the predatory smile thing I was never
good at. You want to use him for sex! Did I know this?” She stomped her foot.
“Did this happen while I was on maternity leave? What else went on while I was
off having a baby?”
Renee laughed. “You’re
reading way too much into my smile. I’m happy he’s home from his book tour.
That’s all.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Jasper and I are not
involved. I doubt we’ve had more than a three-sentence conversation.”
Not that it took many sentences to ask Your place or mine? And while the
description of predatory was nice, it gave her too much credit. Would she stalk
him and pounce? Not even on her best day. Would she say yes if the man asked?
She smiled again. Oh, yeah, she would. Definitely. Okay, probably. If she was feeling brave. Because while
she worked her butt off to give her couples their perfect happily-ever-after
day, she knew it was never going to happen for her. Those who could—did. Those
who couldn’t became wedding planners.
Avoiding relationships
might be the smart choice, but it was also a lonely one. She knew Jasper was
into the long-term, monogamous, not-serious kind of thing and she was pretty
sure she could handle that. Assuming she was his type and he was interested.
They could have some laughs, lots of sex and walk away completely unscathed in
the heart department. Where was the bad?
“There’s something
going on and you can’t convince me otherwise,” Pallas said. “You have depths.
I’m very impressed. Okay, use Jasper and then tell me the details because hey,
he’s got to be great.” She yawned again. “I’m such a lightweight. I’m leaving
now.”
“Good night. Hug Ryan
for me.”
“You know I will.”
Pallas walked out of
the reception hall. Renee continued to circle the space, looking for any forgotten
handbags or phones, and noting how long it would take the cleaning service to
return the huge room to order. Doing her job and not thinking about the fact
that Jasper was back—that was her.
A loud whoop got her
attention. She turned and saw three teenaged guys running through the fountain
at the far end of the big, open room. Each of them jumped, trying to touch the
arc of water dancing overhead.
The younger brother,
she thought as she made her way toward them. And his friends. No doubt they
were bored after so many hours with not very much to do. Regardless, she was
not going to have them disrupt the reception when it was so close to being
over.
As she approached the running, jumping teens,
she saw both sets of parents, along with the bride and groom, still dancing.
They swayed in time with the music, oblivious to the fountain and the idiots
messing with it. Then several things happened at once.
The younger brother
started an extra long run toward the fountain. Jim let go of Monica and spun
her out the length of their arms. Monica bumped her mom, who stumbled a little.
Dad grabbed Mom, moving all of them closer to the fountain and the younger brother
running, who had to swerve suddenly to avoid them. As he swerved, he lost his
balance and slipped, tumbling into the fountain mechanism. One of the hoses
broke free, wiggling and spraying water everywhere.
Renee saw it all
happening and knew there was no way she was going to allow her beautiful bride
to get soaked. She lunged for the hose, caught it and held it tightly against
her chest as the bride’s father rushed to turn off the water to the hose. It
took only seconds, but by then the entire fountain had spilled over and Renee
was drenched, shivering and had water up her nose even as she wondered if she
looked half as ridiculous as she felt.
The new Mrs. Martinez
hurried over. “Renee, are you all right?” She turned on her brother. “How could
you? This is a wedding, not a water park.”
Aware that
end-of-wedding exhaustion could easily lead to emotions spiraling out of
control, Renee quickly faked a smile.
“Monica, it’s fine. Don’t worry. Keeping you
and the rest of the wedding party dry was my only concern.” She glanced at the
water draining onto the floor and realized part of the fountain was still
pumping out water. That couldn’t be good. If she couldn’t get everything turned
off, she was going to have to call in one of those companies that took care of disasters
like flooding. “Really. It’s no problem.”
“You’re dripping and
the water’s rising. My dad went to find the main shutoff.”
Renee wrung out her
hair and hoped her makeup wasn’t too badly smudged. Then she realized the water
level in the reception hall was indeed climbing and hoped Monica’s father found
the shutoff soon.
She was just about to
go help him when he returned.
“All turned off.” He
glanced at the mini flood. “Sorry about this.”
“It’s fine,” Renee
lied, her tone soothing, because that was part of her job. To pretend all was
well even when they needed to be figuring out how to build an ark.
The rest of the guests
were heading out. Nothing like the threat of an unexpected flood to get people
moving, she thought, trying to find the humor in the situation.
“I’m so sorry,” Monica
told her as she held her dress out of the water and slipped out of her shoes.
“Don’t be. You had a
wonderful wedding and reception. Why don’t you and Jim start gathering your
things? I have a spare set of clothes in my office. I’ll get changed, then help
you make sure you have everything.”
As she spoke, she
noticed the water seemed to have settled at about the six- or seven-inch level.
Yup, she was going to have to call someone. No doubt she would be here all
night. Oh, joy.
“I’m really sorry,”
Jim said. “We thought we’d planned for every contingency.” He glared at his new
brother-in-law. “Except for stupid.” He turned back to her. “Let us know the
cost of cleanup. We’ll pay for it.”
“Thank you. I think the deposit should take
care of it but I’ll let you know if there’s a problem. Now if you’ll let me go
get changed, I’ll be back with you in ten minutes.”
Monica nodded.
Renee slipped out of
her shoes and walked through the ankle-deep water. When she reached her office
upstairs, she carefully closed the door behind her before undressing, then
slipped on jeans and a T-shirt. Not exactly professional, but she wasn’t going to
worry about that right now. Before she returned to her bride and groom, she
looked up the local disaster cleaning service. The number was in her files, but
wasn’t one she had had to use before.
They picked up on the
first ring.
“Happily Inc CleanUp.
This is Hilde. How can I help you?”
“Hi. I’m Renee Grothen
at Weddings Out of the Box. We had a firefighter wedding tonight with a big
fountain. There was an accident with one of the hoses and now our main
reception hall is flooded.”
There was a pause.
“Um, did you say firefighter wedding? Never mind. How much water?”
“About six inches.”
“That’s a lot.”
“It was a big
fountain.”
“Give us thirty
minutes and we’ll be there.”
“Thank you.”
Renee hung up, gave
herself a second to catch her breath, then headed back to deal with the bride,
the groom, the flood and anything else that might happen tonight. Because with
a wedding, it was always something.
Excerpted
from Meant to be Yours by Susan
Mallery, Copyright © 2019 by Susan
Mallery, Inc.. Published by HQN BooksAbout the author:
SUSAN MALLERY is the #1 New York Times bestselling
author of novels about the relationships that define women's lives—family,
friendship, romance. Library
Journal says, “Mallery is the master of blending emotionally
believable characters in realistic situations," and readers seem to
agree—40 million copies of her books have sold worldwide. Her warm, humorous
stories make the world a happier place to live.
Susan grew up in California and now lives in Seattle
with her husband. She's passionate about animal welfare, especially that of the
two ragdoll cats and adorable poodle who think of her as mom.
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