you don’t plan on sleeping.”
“I have a lot of work.” She gave her usual excuse then, for some unknown reason, confessed, “I don’t sleep well on planes.”
“It may help if you relaxed and watched the movie instead of working.”
No doubt he was right. But work soothed her, usually. Over the past year she’d found it increasingly more difficult to believe in the magic of her process. She blamed her breakup with Kevin last year. But she hoped to change that soon. If a royal wedding couldn’t bring back the magic in what she did, she needed to rethink her career path.
“Thank you for that insightful bit of advice. What don’t you like about being best man? The role or the exposure?”
“Either. Both. Seems like I’ve been dodging the limelight since I was two.”
“Well, you did grow up in a political family.” That brought his earlier comment and reaction into context. Her research revealed he was related to the political powerhouse Sullivans from Connecticut. “Never had any aspiration in that direction?”
The curse he uttered made her glance worriedly toward the toddlers. Luckily the lack of sound or movement in that direction indicated they were probably asleep.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“I wished my father understood me so well.”
She empathized with his pain. She felt the same way about her mother. Perhaps empathy was why she found him so easy to talk to. “I’ve found parents often see what they want to see. That addresses the exposure...what do you have against the role of best man?”
“I hate weddings. The fancier the event, the more I detest them. There’s something about the pomp and circumstance that just screams fake to me.” He licked his spoon and set the crystal dish aside. “No offense.”
No offense? He’d just slammed everything she stood for. Why should she be offended?
And he wasn’t done. “It’s like the couple needs to distract the crowd from the fact they’re marrying for something other than love.”
“You don’t believe in love?” It was one thing for her to question her belief in what she was doing and another for someone else to take shots at it.
“I believe in lust and companionship. Love is a myth best left to romance novels.”
“Wow. That’s harsh.” And came way too close to how she felt these days.
The way his features hardened when he voiced his feelings told her strong emotion backed his comment. Kind of at odds with his family dynamic. The Sullivans were touted as one of the All-American families going back for generations. Long marriages and one or two kids who were all upstanding citizens. They ranked right up there with the Kennedys and Rockefellers.
The attendants came through the cabin collecting trash and dirty dishes. They offered turndown service, which Lindsay turned down. She still had work to do.
“Just let us know when you’re ready.”
Across the way Zach also delayed his bed service and got the same response. Once the attendants moved on, he leaned her way.
“Now you know you can trust me, are you ready for me to work on your spreadsheet? I’d like to do it before I start my movie.”
“Oh. Sure.” Could she trust him? Lindsay wondered as she pulled out her tablet. Just because she knew who he was didn’t mean he was trustworthy. Too charming for her peace of mind. And a total flirt. “Do you want to do it on mine or should I send it to you?”
“Little Pixie, I’d like to do yours.” His gaze ran over her, growing hotter as it rolled up her body. Her blood was steaming by the time his gaze met hers. “But since I have to work, you should send it to me.”
“It’ll do you no good to flirt with me.” She tapped in her password and opened her spreadsheet. “What’s your email?” She keyed in the address and sent it. “This wedding is too important to my career for me to risk getting involved with the best man.”
“Oh, come on. The best man is harmless.” Zach had his laptop open. “Got it. He’s shackled for the whole event.”
“The best man is a beast. His mind is all wrapped up in the bachelor party and strippers. He feels it’s his duty to show the groom what he’ll be giving up. And more than half the time he’s on the prowl for some action just to remind himself he’s still free, whether he is or not.”
Zach flinched. “Wow. That’s harsh.”
Oh, clever man. “With good cause. I have a strict ‘no fraternizing with the wedding party—including guests’—policy for my company and the vendors I work with. But, yeah, I’ve had to bolster a few bridesmaids who took it too far and expected too much and went home alone. Or refer them back to the bride or groom for contact info that wasn’t shared.”
“That’s a lot of blame heaped on the best man.”
“Of course, it’s not just the best man, but in my experience he can be a bad, bad boy.”
“It’s been a long time since I was bad.”
“Define long.”
He laughed.
“Seriously, I just want you to rewind the conversation a few sentences and then say that again with a straight face.”
His gaze shifted from his laptop to make another slow stroll over her. Jacking up her pulse yet again.
He needed to stop doing that!
Unremorseful, he cocked an eyebrow. “I’m not saying I don’t go after what I want. But I’m always up front about my intentions. No illusions, no damages.”
Sounded like a bad boy to her.
“Well, you have fun, now. I’m here to work.”
He shook his head as he went back to keying commands into his computer. “All work and no play makes Ms. Reeves a dull girl.”
“I’m not being paid to have fun.” And that was the problem right there—the one she’d been struggling with for nearly a year.
Her work wasn’t fun anymore.
And the cause wasn’t just the disillusionment she suffered in her love life. Though that ranked high on the motive list. She’d started feeling this way before Kevin had come back into her life. Instead of being excited by the creative endeavor, she’d gotten bogged down in the details.
Maybe it was Hollywood. Believing in the magic of happily-ever-after got a little harder to do with each repeat customer. Not to mention the three-peats. And the fact her mother was her best customer. Hopefully, husband number six would be the charm for her.
Seriously, Lindsay crossed her fingers in the folds of her skirt. She truly wished this marriage lasted. She liked Matt and he seemed to get her mom, who had the attention span and sense of responsibility of a fourteen-year-old. There was nothing
