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William Warrick,
Best Man Number Two
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Uh. “Did the billionaire famous rich person just give us his phone number?” I ask Roman, eyes wide. “This is probably his assistant, right?”
“His assistant is his wife, I thought,” he answers. “And I don’t think that Will and Ruby are the only ones who don’t know what weddings cost. Whatisthis? Who could possibly need that much money for what amounts to a single party?”
I shake my head. “I have no clue. They’re all nuts. When I get married, I’m doing it in a forest somewhere and letting the trees officiate. No way am I paying a trillion dollars for a place to stand while I sayI do. I love these guys, but they’re all cuckoo banana pants.”
He nods, auburn brows furrowed. “Rich people are crazy.”
Speaking of crazy…
“I’m going to call this phone number,” I declare, pressingdown on the numbers on my screen to bring up the call function.
I put it on speakerphone, and we listen to it ring as Roman hisses, “You can’t justcallthe crazy rich man!”
“It’s probably not even hi—”
“Warrick,” a low, masculine voice answers, cutting off my words.
I panic, squeak, and throw my phone at Roman, who catches it while shooting laser beams out of his eyeballs at me. Wide-eyed and terrified, I gesture for him to answer the phone, stomach dropping as hetries to give it back to me.
Is heinsane?
I shake my head furiously, pushing it firmly in his direction. It’s all you, man. Tag, you’re it. Godspeed.
“Hello?” Liam asks.
Roman clears his throat, glaring at me. “Yes,” he says. “Sorry, hi. This is Roman. Vann. Ruby’s brother.”
A pause that lasts an eternity, then Liam replies, “Is this about Build-A-Bear?”
Roman grimaces, and I cover my face, sliding off the couch onto the floor, desperately wishing it was a deep, dark void that could swallow me up.
What was Ithinking? Of course that was his number, Elodie, you freaking idiot. It was right under his name!
“Uh. No. We were just checking to see if this was actually your number,” Roman says into the phone, and my heart stops.
I jerk my head up, frantically shaking it at him. Don’t tell him thetruth, dummy!
Roman ignores me, standing and turning his back to me. “Better to make sure now than to need it later and have the wrong one, you know?”
Oh. That’s… that’s pretty clever, actually. It almost makes this moronic impulse decision seem smart. No, we’re not clicking things on a whim, we’replanning ahead. Obviously.
I sit up, abandoning my dreams of an empty void, and scramble to my feet. By the time I make it around the coffee table to stand in front of Roman, he’s wrapping up the encounter and hittingEnd Call.
Arctic blue eyes lock on me, sparking fire. “What were youthinking?” he asks, shoving my phone at me. “Have you lost your mind? You can’t justcallWilliam Warrick. That guy ownsskyscrapers, Elodie.Skyscrapers.”
I take my phone, too relieved by his quick save to even be mad at his tone. “This is the only time I’m ever going to say this,” I warn him. “So soak it in. You, Roman Cameron Vann, are agenius.”
Mouth opening to retort, he inhales, then stops. Snaps his jaw shut. Blinks. “What?”
“You can do the catering and the cake,” I tell him. “Totally. Whatever you want. So long as you don’t slack on your best man duties, though it seems like you’re going to be able to split those anyway.”
