More Than She Expected

by Karen Templeton

  “And you did because fate is smiling down on you and now the dress won’t be a problem. Everything will be just perfect,” Vonni assured her again, thinking that she was glad two last-minute disasters had been avoided because it was much easier for her to make a few nips and tucks with her emergency sewing kit than to get a bride and groom into clothes that were too small.

  “You always make me feel so much better,” her bride said, obviously beginning to relax.

  “I just want you to have a fabulous wedding and a long and happy life with Douglas,” Vonni said honestly. “You deserve it.”

  “So do you. Well, not with Douglas, but you know, with someone else.”

  Vonni laughed again. “From your lips to God’s ears,” she said. As they’d been talking, she’d slowly moved her client to the front door, which she now opened. “And as always, if there’s anything you need or get worried about—”

  “I know I can count on you. I’m sorry for this meltdown—of course you have everything under control. You’ve done every wedding I’ve been to in the past few years and they’ve all been fantastic.”

  “And yours will make those pale in comparison. You’ve made some of the best choices I’ve ever seen and it’s going to be just wonderful.”

  “I think so, too,” the client confided. “I know at least three people who are going to be green with envy.”

  Vonni laughed again. “We’ll make sure of it.”

  And she had her out the door.

  They exchanged goodbyes on the sidewalk in front of the shop—located in the heart of Cherry Creek North among the more elite boutiques—and Vonni went back inside alone.

  It was already past closing time, so she locked the door behind her, and then rushed to her office.

  It wasn’t unusual for her to be asked to accommodate clients by going to them rather than having them come to her. The lion’s share of clientele for Burke’s Weddings was Denver’s rich, and they were accustomed to being catered to. But being asked to go to the Camden Building to see Dane Camden was a unique situation.

  First of all, although there had been several engagement announcements for members of the Camden family in recent months, Dane Camden’s wasn’t among them.

  Second, as a rule, Vonni met with the bride, the bride and her family or the bride and groom together. She’d never met with a groom alone. At least not for the initial appointment.

  And third, when Dane Camden had called to make the appointment, he’d said that not only did he want to talk to her about a wedding, he also had a proposition for her that was better discussed away from the shop.

  Being propositioned by a groom was definitely not the norm.

  Although he had amended his description to a business proposition with a deep, surprisingly appealing chuckle.

  There was that Dane Camden charisma she’d heard about.

  No doubt, Dane Camden had charisma to spare.

  But not enough to make her forget the cautionary tale of the Hunter family’s past dealings with the well-known Camdens. Vonni was leery of any business proposition he had to offer.

  With very few minutes to spare, she went into the office that technically belonged to Burke’s Weddings’ owner, Chrystal Burke. But since Chrystal was rarely there, Vonni considered it hers.

  As she crossed the expansive space to the private bathroom, she thought about what it would mean to do a Camden wedding. It would be a feather in her cap. And lead to a lot more business. It would help pave her way to the promised partnership in Burke’s Weddings that had long been her goal.

  So this was an appointment she intended to keep, as soon as she did a quick check of her appearance.

  Today, she’d worn the sides of her blond hair pulled back into a clip, and it was still neat and tidy. But she ran a brush through what was left to fall loose to her shoulder blades.

  Her mascara and eyeliner were still in place, accentuating her green eyes to good effect. She freshened her blush, reapplied her mauve lipstick and blotted away the slight end-of-the-day shine from her nose and chin with a piece of rice paper.

  Like everyone, there were things about her appearance that she was self-conscious of. She thought she had too much forehead but she looked awful in bangs so couldn’t wear them to diminish it, and she knew that when full lips went out of style she’d be back to wearing pale lipsticks again to hide hers.

  On the whole, she was okay with her appearance, though. Certainly she didn’t see anything awful enough in it to scare away men. But she hadn’t been lying to her client when she’d said she’d had no luck finding a husband of her own despite her every attempt. And she had made every attempt.

  Early in college something had clicked in Vonni and she’d realized that what she really wanted in life was to get married and have a family. That while a career was nice and she’d fully intended to get her degree and find one, in her heart of hearts, it was the traditional route that called to her—becoming a wife and mother. Picturing herself without that had seemed empty and sad and unfulfilling.

  That was when she’d launched what she called her husband hunt.

  And she’d been devoted to it ever since. It had been a mission, a passion, her main goal.

  But going after something—no matter how keenly—and getting it had proved to be two different things.

  “So you really do have one up on me, Melanie Danforth-Hayes. A very, very big one....” she said out loud.

  But there was no time for thinking about something she’d already dedicated more years and energy and thought to than she wanted to admit—something she had now put on the back burner. Something she needed a break from. So Vonni tucked her tan shirt firmly into the waistband of her brown slacks and put on the short jacket that matched the pants.

  She looked businesslike. That was what she’d set out for and what she’d accomplished.

  She swiped a tissue across the toes of her three-inch-heel pumps to make sure they were clean, and hurried out of the bathroom to the oversize antique desk in the office.

  She kept everything she needed for an initial appointment in a leather binder. She took it out of the top desk drawer, took her purse from the bottom drawer and went back through the shop and out the front door again.

  The Camden Building was three blocks down the street from her and it was a lovely June day, so it was silly to drive. But she walked at a fast clip to not be late.

  When she reached the twelve-story yellow brick office building and went in, she headed straight for the reception desk and told the security guard there that she had an appointment with Dane Camden.

  “Top floor.”

  Of course....

  The Camdens owned the building; where else would they be?

  After several people exited the elevator, Vonni got on alone and pressed the button for her floor. On the way up, she thought about the man she was about to meet.

  She had no doubt she would recognize Dane Camden even though they’d never met. She’d seen him in the occasional photograph accompanying the newspaper and magazine articles about the Camden family. They owned the worldwide chain of Camden Superstores and any number of businesses and manufacturers that supplied them, so they tended to be high profile.

  And Dane Camden himself got around. So much so that she’d seen him in the background of several snapshots her brides had shown her—incidental to copying his date’s hairstyle or something else they liked and wanted to use for their own weddings.

  Certainly his name had been dropped numerous times between brides and their bridesmaids. Being with him seemed to be some sort of rite-of-passage among the wealthy socialites who formed the majority of Burke’s Weddings’ clients and the entire circle of Chrystal’s friends. Vonni had even overheard one bride laughing with her bridesmaids about how she’d had her turn with Dane Camden so she t
hought she might as well get married.

  Despite the fact that he was a player, though, Vonni had never heard a single complaint about him. No one seemed to have thought there was any chance of getting him to the altar; there were only accolades for any time spent with him, and fondness and affection for the man himself.

  “If anyone can show you that men and dating aren’t all bad, it’s him,” one bride had said to her sister, telling her she needed a “hit” of Dane Camden to remind her how good it could be to be with a man again after a bad divorce.

  So he was a bit of a legend. At least that was how Vonni had come to think of him.

  The elevator stopped two floors from the top for a mail boy to get on pushing a cart. After that brief delay the doors closed again to finish the ascent.

  What would it mean to the single women in Dane Camden’s circle if he’d thrown in the towel and actually was getting married, she wondered then.

  Not to mention who might have reeled in such a big—and elusive—fish....

  When the elevator reached the top floor and the doors opened again, the mail boy charged through them, nearly knocking someone out of the way.

  Someone who happened to be her potential client.

  Dane Camden.

  Who was remarkably better looking in person than in any of the pictures she’d seen of him....

  “Vonni Hunter?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, wondering if she should let him know she knew who he was or wait for him to introduce himself.

  But there was no wait.

  “I’m Dane. Our receptionist for this floor left for the day so I thought I’d meet you out here and save you having to figure out which office is mine.”

  “Thank you,” she said, surprised that someone with this guy’s clout would be that considerate.

  “Let’s go on back,” he suggested. “Can I get you something? We have coffee, tea, soda, water....”

  “No, nothing, thank you.”

  “I really appreciate you coming to me,” he said as he ushered her into a plush corner office and motioned to the sofa against one wall instead of the chairs that faced his huge mahogany desk. “As I mentioned in our phone call, one of the things I want to talk to you about shouldn’t be discussed at your place of business.”

  Vonni sat down on the edge of the couch, hugging the arm, as Dane Camden took the matching chair across the small coffee table from her.

  Almost immediately, there was a knock on his office door and a woman who resembled him poked her head in. “Hey, sorry for interrupting, but you have to take a look at this before I can go home,” she said.

  “Vonni, this is my cousin January—we call her Jani. Jani, this is Vonni Hunter.”

  “Nice to meet you,” January Camden said.

  “You, too.”

  “And, oh, do you have the most beautiful green eyes in the world!”

  “Thank you,” Vonni answered, a bit taken aback by the compliment that was not at all businesslike.

  “You’re the wedding planner. I got married on the spur of the moment in a judge’s office or I would have begged you to do a wedding for me. Maybe you could branch out into baby showers....”

  Vonni merely laughed, unsure by the look of the other woman in the loose-fitting sundress if she was in the market for that.

  “But, Dane, I really do need you to—”

  “I know,” he said to his cousin before pivoting back to Vonni and aiming some pretty incredible blue eyes at her. “You’ll have to excuse her. Jani is pregnant and using it against us to get her way,” he said good-naturedly, obviously teasing Jani and confirming that a baby shower was likely on the horizon.

  “Doctor’s orders,” Jani said with a beaming smile.

  “This will just take a minute.” Dane went over to his cousin, who was still standing in the doorway, and looked over the papers with her.

  The two were engrossed in whatever it was they were dealing with, which gave Vonni the perfect opportunity to study the infamous Dane Camden and try to figure out why he was sooo much better looking in person.

  There was no denying that in every picture she’d seen of him he was an attractive enough man. But the real thing? Wow! So much better....

  His brown hair was a tad lighter than his cousin’s—dark brown but the rich color of chocolate rather than espresso. He wore it short on the sides but a touch longer on top where it had just the right amount of wave to make him look sporty and casual but not unkempt.

  She’d already noted the remarkable Camden blue eyes—and they were remarkable. It was another thing her brides and attendants swooned over when they were discussing him, and now she could see why.

  Blueberry blue—that was what they were, Vonni decided. And penetrating and intelligent and warm and kind and surprisingly open for a person in his position.

  But after more study, Vonni concluded it was his nose that made the difference between the way he looked in pictures and in person. He had a thin, longish nose with a bit of a bump in the bridge before it narrowed and slid down to a slightly squarish tip. It didn’t photograph well, but was somehow very sexy in real life.

  Overall, his face was lean and angular and very masculine, complete with lips that weren’t at all full but were still so sensual they alone could chase fuller ones out of fashion at any moment.

  He wasn’t a refined kind of handsome, Vonni decided. He was more a rugged, outdoorsy, approachable kind of handsome.

  The kind that got to Vonni.

  And it didn’t help that the face and hair weren’t all he had going for him. He was also tall and trim, but with enough muscle to fill out both the sleeves of his gray suit coat and the thighs of the matching pants. Plus his shoulders were wide, his back was straight and he looked strong and healthy and virile and...

  And altogether terrific.

  There was just no denying it, even though Vonni wished she could because she should never be looking at someone else’s groom and thinking how very, very hot he was....

  “Nice to meet you, Vonni,” Jani said then as she turned to go.

  Vonni jolted slightly out of staring at Dane Camden, unaware until that moment that the two had finished with their business.

  “You, too,” Vonni said, as if she hadn’t been lost in the unwelcome stirrings aroused by cataloging every square inch of the woman’s cousin.

  “Say hey to Gideon,” Dane Camden said to January Camden before he shut the door behind her and headed back to Vonni. “Sorry about that.”

  “No problem. And congratulations, by the way—I should have said that right off.”

  “For what?” he asked, his high, boxy brow wrinkling with confusion.

  Vonni laughed, thinking that he must be new to his situation. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

  It was his turn to laugh. “Oh, I’m not getting married. Not me. Not now. Not ever. Never!”

  He seemed very determined.

  “But of course you’d think I called you to talk about my own wedding,” he concluded.

  “Well...people don’t usually call me about other people’s weddings....”

  He laughed again—it was a deep, genuine, sexy sound that resonated through Vonni in a way it had no business doing.

  Because even if he wasn’t the groom, it didn’t make any difference to her. Great looking or not, she was on hiatus from her too-long husband hunt. Plus, she’d learned the hard way not to waste time with commitment-shy men—and Dane Camden had just confirmed his reputation on that score. Quite resolutely.

  “No, I’m sure they don’t,” he said then. “But this time that’s what’s happening. It’s my grandmother who’s getting married. And she wants it done in two weeks. That’s why she called me—I’m the guy around here who gets the impossible done.”

>   It took a moment for what he’d said to sink in.

  His grandmother was getting married. Not any of the other Camdens whose engagements had recently been announced.

  “You want me to do a wedding in two weeks?” Not just a Camden wedding, but one for the matriarch of the entire Camden family....

  “Yep,” he confirmed. Then he grinned. It went slightly lopsided and put lines at the corners of his eyes and brackets alongside his mouth, and it just sucked her right in....

  “Jani is right, you do have the most beautiful green eyes and they just got so big....” he said as if it delighted him. “They’re the color of jade. Dark jade-green....”

  And he was staring into them so keenly. So closely. So thoroughly....

  But just as Vonni was getting uncomfortable he went back to what they’d been talking about.

  “The wedding in two weeks,” he said, more as if he was dragging himself back into the moment than as if he was reminding her. “Don’t run scared. I think between the two of us it’s doable because we aren’t talking a spectacular production. GiGi—that’s what everyone calls our grandmother—only wants a small wedding at home.”

  “How small?” Vonni asked cautiously.

  “Maybe a hundred guests. Including family, which... I haven’t done a recent head count and it’s growing, but I’d say we’re about a quarter of that number. And GiGi doesn’t want anything too fancy or elaborate. Low-key, tasteful. She and her fiancé are seventy-five and neither of them wants a lot of hoopla. They just want something nice. And you won’t have to worry about the ceremony—that will be in the den with only family looking on—so that cuts down on the preparations, too.”

  “But it’s you I’ll be working with?” Vonni asked, unsure if she liked that idea, since the man seemed to have a strange effect on her.

  “GiGi is in Montana taking care of a friend who had surgery. She can’t get back until just before the wedding but this is the date they want—it’s when they started going steady in high school. I’ll be texting her and sending her pictures of everything, but yeah, you’ll be working with me because it goes hand in hand with the other part of what I wanted to talk to you about today, which is my special project....”