Bridesmaid For Hire
CHANCE CARTER
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
Claiming His Virgin
Room Service
Playboy Ever After
Bad Boy Brother
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my diamonds.
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Chapter 1
Frankie
I stared beyond my desk at the row of windows on the far end of the room. It was bright outside, one of the first days of sun in nearly a week. Portland’s streets would be bursting with life as the glittering rays drew out its citizens and tourists with the promise of warmth and light. I wished I could be out there too, and was considering calling it a day when my office manager, Julia, came by with the mail.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you in here today, Aurelio,” she commented, tossing a stack of envelopes onto my desk.
I laughed. “Why?”
“Because it’s Valentine’s Day.”
I cocked a brow. “And you don’t think I should work Valentine’s Day?”
“I just thought you’d be busy with your bow and arrow.” The young redhead mimed shooting an arrow toward Vince, the graphic designer whose desk sat facing mine. He clutched his chest dramatically and groaned.
I chuckled and shook my head.
“My clients are already in love by the time they get to me. Trust me, I would make a poor matchmaker.”
Julia didn’t usually linger to chat, but she pushed her glasses further up her nose and asked, “Got any jobs on the go?”
I noticed the pink staining her cheeks and wondered if her sudden interest in my work had anything to do with the sultry smile Vince sent her way.
“I’ve got a couple coming up this summer,” I replied.
“Only a couple?”
“I can only take on a few weddings a year since I spend a lot of time with my clients.”
Her longing glances toward Vincent indicated she wasn’t really listening, so I didn’t tell her about my blog or online consultation services.
She finally moved on with a cheery, “Good luck!” and I pulled the stack of mail toward me and began to comb through it.
The only piece that wasn’t spam or a bill was a postcard from Barbados. I flipped it over, smiling as I read the familiar loopy handwriting.
The card was from my latest client, Olive Waller—Olive Dennington now, I supposed. She and her husband were having a whale of a time on their honeymoon, and she said she couldn’t thank me enough for making their big day such a success. It seemed like only yesterday that Olive and I were sipping champagne in the bridal suite while her mother flapped around us like a baby bird. Half my job was keeping Mrs. Waller calm, and it had been quite the job. I would miss Olive and her kooky family.
With an air of satisfaction, I pinned the card next to the others on the cork board beside my desk. Olive’s addition brought my collection up to seven in total. Not all of my clients sent postcards from their honeymoons, but the seven who had were undoubtedly my favorites, and I displayed the cards proudly. After the initial surge of happiness wore off, however, a pang of sadness hit me right in the gut.
I couldn’t help it. It was Valentine’s Day, after all, and I was alone. Having reminders of other people’s marital bliss staring at me all day long was a great way to motivate myself for work, but it sucked on days like this when loneliness hung around my neck like a noose.
The name of my business, Always the Bridesmaid, was beginning to seem a little cruel.
Then again, I didn’t intend to get married anytime in the near future, even if there were a man in my life. Been there, done that. But would it hurt to have a little something more to go home to on Valentine’s Day than a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and my vibrator?
I sighed and continued gazing at the blinking cursor on my laptop. So far, I’d managed all of twenty words for my Valentine’s Day blog post.
“Hey,” Vince whispered.
I looked up at him. “Yeah?”
“So, you’re like a dating coach, right?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m a wedding planner, plus a little extra.”
Vince frowned and the entirety of his shaved head seemed to crinkle. Most of the people who worked in my shared office had no idea what I did, which was more my fault than any of theirs. I talked to Julia from time to time, but most of the other people rotated in and out or kept different schedules than me. It seemed like a waste of energy trying to talk to all of them.
“What’s the little extra?” Vince asked.
“I also perform all the maid of honor duties,” I said. “I organize the bachelorette, go dress shopping, provide emotional support, that kind of thing.”
“Isn’t the maid of honor usually the bride’s best friend or something?”
I rankled. I had this conversation a lot. “Yes.”
“So these women are hiring you to be their best friend?”
“Is that so wrong? It’s hard having to go through the stress of a wedding without knowing you’ve got someone at your side you can rely on.”
Vince’s eyes widened, and he nodded slowly.
I sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m a little bit stressed out today.”
“Totally. Totally.” He glanced toward the far end of the room, where Julia’s desk sat. “Do you think you can help me ask Julia out?”
I regretted apologizing. I regretted coming into work today.
“That’s not what I do,” I replied in a flat tone as I exited out of all the windows on my laptop and prepared to shut it down. When I couldn’t focus and people started to annoy me this much, it meant I needed a change of scenery.
My work phone buzzed on the desk. I looked at the number, but it wasn’t familiar. I considered letting it go to voicemail, but since I hadn’t left the office yet I figured it would be rude not to pick up. Plus, this way I wouldn’t have to answer any more questions from Vince.
“Always the Bridesmaid,” I answered brightly.
“Hi!” came a cheerful voice. “My name is Valerie Fieldman, and I just got engaged!”
Joy whizzed through me and banished the dark cloud over my head in an instant. This girl sounded like pure sunshine, and that was exactly what I needed. Plus, the thrill of a potential new client always did wonders for my mood.
“Congratulations Valerie! That’s very exciting.”
“I know!” she said. “I want to start work on my weddin
g planning right away, and I knew the first thing I had to do was score myself a perfect maid of honor. Are you taking on new clients?”
Wow. I was used to a more reluctant bride. I performed an unconventional service, so it was understandable that most brides asked a ton of questions before they would even consider setting up a consultation.
“That depends,” I said. “When are you hoping to have the wedding?”
“Exactly one year today. If you’re all booked, I might cry.”
I chuckled. “Don’t worry, Valerie. I’ve got plenty of availability around that time.”
“That’s music to my ears!”
I admired this woman’s enthusiasm and could not wait to meet her.
Brides typically fell into one of two categories—anxious or excited. The two categories sometimes blurred into one another, but for the most part, a bride’s behavior would remain consistent. Each type came with her own set of challenges. Anxious brides fell victim to their emotions and sometimes needed rescuing from worry spirals. Excited brides, on the other hand, were more likely to descend into a daydream that involved nothing but pink champagne and pedicures, even though there was work to do.
Wedding planning always relied on some input from the bride, and my brand of wedding planning was more a partnership than anything else. I had a good feeling about Valerie though, and we made arrangements to meet the following afternoon.
I ended my call and finished closing down my laptop. My mood had improved, but a change of scenery was still in the cards. I couldn’t wait to get outside and enjoy some sunshine.
Vince caught my eye as I stood to go. “New client?”
“Yup,” I replied happily.
“Another postcard for your wall soon?” He pointed to the cork board. “I assume those are all from clients.”
“They are.” Pride bubbled in my chest, and I grinned. “And maybe. We’ll see how our meeting goes.”
“Hey, before you go.” He jerked his head in the direction of Julia’s desk. “What do I do?”
I considered reminding him that I was a wedding planner, not a dating coach, but the guy obviously needed a little help if he was badgering someone he barely knew for dating advice. Plus, I was feeling a little more forgiving after my chat with Valerie.
“Just go talk to her,” I said. “Seriously, it’s that easy. If she seems into it, ask her what she’s doing later.”
Vince sighed. My advice was not the game-changing words of wisdom he’d been looking for, but he acted on it anyway. Vince rose and walked to the other side of the office while I hefted my backpack onto my shoulder and headed to the elevator.
It was a quick walk to my apartment building. Living in the heart of Portland was expensive but worth it. The city teemed with artists and free thinkers of all kinds, and each time I stepped outside my door, I discovered something new. I had lots to keep me entertained—live music, festivals, plays, markets—and the variety of food was second to none. I grew up in the shadows of New York’s skyscrapers and, in many ways, Portland reminded me of home, only it was way smaller, and I liked the weather a lot more.
I dropped my bag off in my empty apartment. The sound of the canvas hitting my couch seemed to echo in the airy space and I retreated to the chattering streets, where people sang and yelled and cars honked at each other as the sun made everything glow.
I meandered up through Pioneer Courthouse Square, picking my way through the tourists and locals lounging on the red-bricked stairs of the amphitheater, then slowly wound my way down the bustling streets toward the river. The riverfront park was full of people, seniors to teenagers, business people to the homeless, all sitting on the grass or wandering about as they soaked in the sun’s healing rays. I claimed a spot on the railing overlooking the Morrison Bridge and thought about my new wedding. I hadn’t done a winter wedding for some time and I couldn’t wait to get started.
I would be the first to admit that I lived vicariously through my clients and that it probably wasn’t healthy, but how could I help it? For a few months, I became one of the most important people in these women’s lives, and together we created something sensational and beautiful. I got to give them the experience I never had. It was addicting. Their triumphs became my triumphs, and their problems helped block out my own. It was like guest starring in another person’s world and leaving my own anxieties behind. Who wouldn’t want that?
Chapter 2
Levi
Watching the sun set after a long day of work was the best feeling I ever got. It was the whole reason I’d purchased this apartment, which overlooked the Willamette River and the other side of the city beyond it. The full-length window in my living room afforded a view so spectacular that when I stood in front of it, my mind turned quiet. Nothing in life thus far had ever brought me so much peace.
A loud knock on my front door tore me out of the moment, and I turned to answer it just as my brother Garrick barged in. His joyous expression relayed his news before he even had a chance to speak.
“She said yes!” he announced, striding across the room.
I shook his hand vigorously and clapped him on the back. “That’s great news. Congratulations.”
The handshake wasn’t enough, and Garrick smothered me in a hug. “You have no idea how happy I am.”
My voice came out muffled against his sweater. “I think I can fathom a guess.”
Garrick laughed and released me.
I took after my father in looks, with dark eyes and hair, but Garrick had been the sole inheritor of my father’s sunny disposition. The pair of them might have been indistinguishable, if not for the cornflower blue eyes Garrick took from my mother’s side and his insistence on letting his hair and beard grow wild. He ran a hand through his thick mane now and shook his head in disbelief.
“I’m engaged, man. I’m engaged.” He somehow grinned wider and pulled me into another hug.
I patted him on the back awkwardly.
“I just came from Mom and Dad’s,” Garrick said, pulling back. “They’re thrilled. You should have seen Mom’s face. Val’s telling her parents right now, and we’re getting everyone together for dinner.”
My expression dropped. Garrick noticed.
“Don’t be such a sourpuss,” he said. “It’s just dinner. You like to eat.”
“Of course I like to eat.”
“Then what’s your problem?”
I shrugged. “I don’t have a problem. It’s just a busy night for me. Raincheck?”
He narrowed his eyes and studied me. “What are you so busy with that you can’t come celebrate your brother’s engagement?”
I wasn’t busy, and I didn’t need to say anything for Garrick to know that. He’d always been too good at reading me.
All the light in Garrick’s face dampened and his mouth curved into a frown. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have just let it be and agreed to go to the damn dinner.
“You were weird when I told you I was going to ask her, too,” he said. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Like what?”
He gave me a flat look. “You know what I mean.”
We stared at each other for a long moment before I decided it was time to get the feelings off my chest. I hated fighting with my brother, and this was a fight I’d been avoiding for a long time. Perhaps too long.
“You know that I think Valerie is a great girl,” I said. “Don’t you think you should wait a little longer though? You’ve only known each other two years, and her family...”
Garrick’s eyes hardened. “What about her family?”
I stepped over to the bar and poured myself a drink. Whiskey. Neat.
Garrick folded his arms and glared at me impatiently.
“You know exactly what about her family,” I said.
Garrick rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. “Why do you need to make it so dramatic? They’re a rival brewery, Levi. It’s not like we’re on opposite sides of a gang
war.”
I had many faults, but a penchant for drama was not one of them. Valerie’s family had a long track record of coming to blows with ours. The rivalry between their Feisty Fox Brewery and our Black Mountain Brewery was one of Portland’s many inside jokes. It was a little like the Coke versus Pepsi debate, except it often played out on a personal level. For example, I’d gone to high school with one of Valerie’s cousins, Josh. He dedicated an almost stalkerish level of time and energy to finding out which girls I was interested in and beating me to the punch. A reasonably harmless obsession, sure, but I didn’t relish the idea of welcoming that kind of crazy into my family.
Nevertheless, I suspected I’d gone too far and tried to backtrack. “I just think we should be careful with them is all. “
Garrick ran his tongue across his top teeth and shook his head. “Why didn’t you mention any of this before?”
“It wouldn’t have changed your mind.”
“No, you’re right, it wouldn’t have. And it still won’t. Why bother telling me now?”
I took a sip of my whiskey and it burned down my throat. “You asked.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Garrick’s nostrils flared, and he started to pace the room.
“I shouldn’t have to ask, Levi! I thought you supported me. I feel like a goddamn idiot.”
“I do support you,” I said, leveling my gaze at him. “I just want you to be careful. That’s all. I don’t think it would kill you to take a little more time to think about it.”
He rolled his eyes like I was the most tedious person he’d ever met. “We are so beyond careful, Levi. This woman is my soulmate. I love her so much I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m not with her. There’s not a thing in the world I wouldn’t do for her.”
His countenance shifted as he spoke, and the same smile he’d worn when he first came to tell me the news flickered across his mouth.
I raised my glass to my lips, muttering into my drink. “Who’s being dramatic now?”
Garrick’s features fell flat again and a chill crept into the air. My brother was one of the happiest, bubbliest people on the planet, but when the frosty winds began to blow, even a polar bear would have a hard time enjoying the weather.
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