“I’m in my type A, overachiever mode. I’m like a wedding ninja. A woman with only one focus. Prepare to be dazzled.”
I rolled my eyes and carefully moved past the chunky little fucker as I made my way down the porch steps toward the inn.
“I can’t wait,” I said, oozing sarcasm, just as I heard someone shout her name, and she said she had to go and ended the call.
Montana Kingsley has become the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met.
I was looking forward to seeing her in her element. Her father had bragged on her when I’d been over there yesterday sampling more of his meals. The guy could hold his own with any chef I’d ever worked with back home.
Not only had Blushing, Alaska, proved to be a diamond in the rough, but so were a few of the people who lived here.
I turned the corner and walked the short distance to the inn, noting the commotion of people hustling in and out. Chairs were being carted inside, and three men stepped in front of me carrying boxes of floral arrangements.
Violet came around the corner with a can of hair spray and a box of Band-Aids in her hands.
“Hey,” I said as she strode up the walkway with me.
“Have you seen our girl yet?” she asked.
Our girl.
“No. Just got here. Seems like a madhouse.”
“You have no idea.” She chuckled. “But thank you for offering her that piano, Myles. It means more than you know.”
I knew it would, but I don’t know why I care so much.
“Yeah, it’s not a problem. I know she’s attached to the place.” We made our way into the entry, and I looked out through the glass doors to see Montana setting floral arrangements on each table as people moved around her like they were on a mission. “You think she’ll be all right that this is the last wedding here for a while?”
She adjusted the bud in her ear, and it was the first time I noticed she was wearing some sort of headset. I’d attended plenty of weddings in my day, but I’d had no idea just how much went on behind the scenes until I’d watched this all go down over the last few days.
“Yeah. She’ll be okay.” She shrugged. “I think seeing her ex here with his new fiancée tonight will bring a bit more drama than we normally have at a wedding, but you know Monny—she’ll play it off like she’s fine and do her job.”
“That prick is going to be here?” I asked. She hadn’t mentioned it, and seeing as we spoke daily, that surprised me.
“‘That prick’ is the best man in this wedding. He’ll be impossible to miss.”
“Fuck him.”
“My sentiments exactly.” She winked as she spoke into the microphone resting at her chin. “I’m here, girl. Be right out.”
I sighed. “Have a good wedding. I’m going to meet a guy in the back about some supplies.”
She held her hand up and waved, and before I walked off, I stood there watching Montana outside a little longer. I liked to watch her when she didn’t know I was there. Her intensity when she was working was something I related to. I could see the passion written on her face.
Her head tipped back with a laugh as she fixed the way the napkins were sitting on the plates, and Blakely threw her hands in the air like she knew Montana would be adjusting them.
She took pride in her work.
It was impossible to miss.
“There you are.” Howard’s voice pulled me from my daze. “You’ve got Will Hall waiting for you in the office.”
“Thanks. I thought you were moving today.”
“We did. But Lydia and I will be attending the wedding, so I came back a little early to see if Montana and Violet needed any help.”
“That was nice of you,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Hey, I had a quick question for you.”
