Page 68 of The Maverick
“Great.” I placed my coffee cup on the counter and looked at her. “Start packing. We’re flying out this evening.”
“To where?”
“Hawaii.”
“What? Why?”
“We’re getting married.”
Speechless, she blinked at me.
“When we come back, you’ll be Mrs. Mount.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
VANESSA
I’d never flownfirst class, never mind on a private plane. Apparently, Natalie’s husband, Grayson, owned this plane, which he allowed his friends to use. It baffled me how the wealthy folks lived.
I wiggled in the comfortable seat as I flipped through a wedding gown magazine that Attikus had given me. The man thought of everything. He’d already given me a website to look through, but this magazine offered dresses from several boutiques on Maui.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Attikus asked, sitting across from me, looking through a folder.
“No.”
“Are you still mad?” He placed the folder down.
“You could’ve given me a heads up about what you were planning. This isourwedding. I want a say in it too.”
I was used to doing everything, so it was a relief to have him take over this wedding planning. After we sealed the deal, perhaps I could share more information with him. I didn’t want him to back out once I revealed I was breaking my mom out ofprison and his wife could be imprisoned. That could be too much for any husband to accept.
“I was trying to help you. You’re dealing with a lot. Do you want me to ask the pilot to turn around, and we can reorganize the wedding?”
“No.” I rolled my eyes. He knew I wouldn’t waste time like that. “What else do you have planned? I want to see the agenda.”
He smirked and pulled out a paper from the folder he was looking at. I glanced at the organized document. We had an appointment with Happily Ever After Boutique after we landed.
A justice of the peace would fly in tomorrow to meet us for the ceremony in the afternoon. Then a photographer would take photos of us. He had a dinner reservation at some restaurant on the island. Nothing was scheduled for Sunday or Monday, and we’d fly back on Monday evening.
Astounded, I looked up and met his eyes.
“I left two days open for my wife to do as she pleased.”
“Where did you find the time to organize all of this?” I asked.
“I have several assistants who help me run my businesses. I told them what I needed, and they got it done. Like I said, you were stressed.”
“You’re doing so much for me that you’re neglecting your greenhouse.”
He shrugged. “I’ll work on it soon. There’s no rush. The HH-Pods will be available for everyone to purchase by the end of the year.”
I remembered reading about it on the Healthy Horizon website. “What are you planting?”
“Anything I can eat.” He eyed me. “Feel free to help whenever you want.”
“I might take you up on that offer.”
“I don’t want my fiancée to look anxious in her photos,” he said. “Push all your worries away for the next few days.”
