Page 77 of Pleasure Island
“Uh-oh.” I eyed Millie, uncertain I trusted the gleam in her eye. “What did you do, book some sort of swingers’ party to welcome me to the island?”
She threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, no…nothing like that. Mila, you’ll be helping me with a wedding that’s going to take place on the island. This weekend.”
I blinked at her, but she just continued to smile at me.
“You’re serious,” I said slowly. I calculated the time. “Thisweekend? Why haven’t you mentioned anything about this before now?”
“There was nothing to mention up until a few days ago.” She waved a dismissive hand. “The wedding was just put on the schedule last week and…well, we’ve both been busy since then, haven’t we?”
I gaped at her. “You scheduled a wedding with less than two weeks to get everything together?”
“We learn to be flexible in this line of work,” Millie said loftily.
“This isn’t flexible. This is…it’s…” I didn’t even know what to say. I was more than a little terrified.
Helping Millie pull off a wedding when I’d been here just a few weeks? And what did I know about weddings?
“You need to take a deep breath,” Millie said, shaking her head at me. “Remember, we do have an events staff on hand that will handle almost everything.”
“Then why are you telling me about this?” I demanded.
“Because this isyourisland.Yourresort.” Millie held out a hand. “Come on. I’ll bring you up to date on the details. The wedding party will be here shortly to start going over everything, and their guests will be joining us shortly thereafter. It’s not a large wedding, and we have the availability.”
She continued to speak as she led me outside. I turned to lock the bungalow before looking back at her. “I can’t believe you agreed to do a wedding here in such a short period of time. Is thisnormal?”
“You’re askingmeabout normal?” Millie threw back her head and laughed.
I failed to see what was so amusing and was about to point that out when a form out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.
I glanced over, then back at Millie.
I opened my mouth to say…something. I had no idea what. The words died in my throat as I swung my head back around and found myself staring at Liam.
He stared at me with that familiar intensity in his eyes.
My heart skipped a few beats, and I wanted to close the distance between us, reach up and touch his face. His hair had grown out a little more, and I wanted to feel how soft it felt against my skin.
But then, reality intervened. I’d gone to him, and he’d sent me away.
Pride jerked my spine stiff, and I gave him a cool look before turning my attention to my grandmother. She had an innocent look on her face, but I wasn’t buying it.
