about to play in his world. Been there, done that, got the torn T-shirt as a souvenir.
She’d believed a man like Tanner once before. Just like him, a player, successful, charming, sexy, who seduced her heart as well as her body. He’d ended it with a public humiliation that still gave her nightmares. It had taken her months to recover, and she still shook whenever she thought about it. No, she wasn’t about to take that chance again.
Tanner had made a pass at Avery a few of times when they’d all been together as part of a group, but thankfully, the functioning part of her brain had given him a polite brushoff. Now, she was going to be stuck with him. Crap! Double crap! And did he even really know anything about what was needed?
Janice, I hope you enjoy your honeymoon because just as soon as you get back I’m going to kill you.
As she gathered her purse and tablet, ready to leave, the tablet chimed with a new tweet.
“@tvattorney Gld we r working 2gether. Drnks 2nite?”
Drinks? Avery snorted. Not with a man who made her hormones want to do bad things. How on earth was she going to handle this? And tvattorney? How lucky for him his initials worked so well. Who did he think he was, Perry Mason?
“@eventplanner Coffee. 6 pm? Havva Cup?”
Might as well meet someplace familiar that she felt comfortable in. At least it would give her the edge.
Three tweets scrolled in while she was waiting, then here came Tanner’s.
“@tvattorney 7pm Raquel’s.”
Not even a question mark? Did he think she would just say yes? And why a place as high-end as Raquel’s? This wasn’t a date, and she hoped he understood that. If not, she would make that very clear. But okay, she didn’t want to rock the boat. This was Janice’s wedding, and Janice was her best friend, even if she had dumped this whole thing in her lap at the last minute.
“@eventplanner fine, meet u there.”
Back in her car she scrolled through the list of tweets, checking to see which ones she needed to answer right away and which ones could wait. She couldn’t believe Janice had tweeted her.
@bridetobe Tanner call? Have fun w/him. Pick good stuff.”
Have fun? Pick good stuff? If it wasn’t for the fact that Janice was her oldest friend, she’d be tempted to tell her to get another planner for the wedding. And with a tweet. She was sure her friend was playing Cupid, and she didn’t like it one bit. Well, she’d show everyone. She’d be totally resistant to Tanner Voss’s charms. If he was no help, she’d kick him to the curb and take care of everything herself. She could do it.
“@eventplanner having blk & gray colors, meatloaf & wine in a box.”
There. That should hold her for a while.
Next she tweeted both of her assistants.
“@eventplanner don’t go anywhere. Office meeting asap.”
They’d have to do a lot of shuffling, but she could make it work. Then she replied to the other important tweets, stuck her tablet back in her purse, and started her car. She had work to do, and yesterday wasn’t soon enough to start. First stop was The Promenade, just to be sure the room was really theirs.
****
Tanner Voss lounged in the plushly padded booth at Raquel’s and sipped on the finely aged bourbon he’d ordered. He’d thought about a glass of wine but decided he needed something stronger to settle his nerves. Nerves? What the hell did he have to be nervous about? He’d just had a successful conclusion to a major litigation case and brought in two new clients. He was quickly achieving rainmaker status in the firm.
Oh, maybe he was nervous because he stupidly told Will and Janice he’d be their taster/tester for their wedding that was now in three weeks instead of five months. He wasn’t sure he knew the difference between a truffle and a ruffle, nor did he really care. He would do his best for Will, because it was important and Will was a close friend as well as a colleague.
But the real reason he’d agreed to put himself in this
She’d believed a man like Tanner once before. Just like him, a player, successful, charming, sexy, who seduced her heart as well as her body. He’d ended it with a public humiliation that still gave her nightmares. It had taken her months to recover, and she still shook whenever she thought about it. No, she wasn’t about to take that chance again.
Tanner had made a pass at Avery a few of times when they’d all been together as part of a group, but thankfully, the functioning part of her brain had given him a polite brushoff. Now, she was going to be stuck with him. Crap! Double crap! And did he even really know anything about what was needed?
Janice, I hope you enjoy your honeymoon because just as soon as you get back I’m going to kill you.
As she gathered her purse and tablet, ready to leave, the tablet chimed with a new tweet.
“@tvattorney Gld we r working 2gether. Drnks 2nite?”
Drinks? Avery snorted. Not with a man who made her hormones want to do bad things. How on earth was she going to handle this? And tvattorney? How lucky for him his initials worked so well. Who did he think he was, Perry Mason?
“@eventplanner Coffee. 6 pm? Havva Cup?”
Might as well meet someplace familiar that she felt comfortable in. At least it would give her the edge.
Three tweets scrolled in while she was waiting, then here came Tanner’s.
“@tvattorney 7pm Raquel’s.”
Not even a question mark? Did he think she would just say yes? And why a place as high-end as Raquel’s? This wasn’t a date, and she hoped he understood that. If not, she would make that very clear. But okay, she didn’t want to rock the boat. This was Janice’s wedding, and Janice was her best friend, even if she had dumped this whole thing in her lap at the last minute.
“@eventplanner fine, meet u there.”
Back in her car she scrolled through the list of tweets, checking to see which ones she needed to answer right away and which ones could wait. She couldn’t believe Janice had tweeted her.
@bridetobe Tanner call? Have fun w/him. Pick good stuff.”
Have fun? Pick good stuff? If it wasn’t for the fact that Janice was her oldest friend, she’d be tempted to tell her to get another planner for the wedding. And with a tweet. She was sure her friend was playing Cupid, and she didn’t like it one bit. Well, she’d show everyone. She’d be totally resistant to Tanner Voss’s charms. If he was no help, she’d kick him to the curb and take care of everything herself. She could do it.
“@eventplanner having blk & gray colors, meatloaf & wine in a box.”
There. That should hold her for a while.
Next she tweeted both of her assistants.
“@eventplanner don’t go anywhere. Office meeting asap.”
They’d have to do a lot of shuffling, but she could make it work. Then she replied to the other important tweets, stuck her tablet back in her purse, and started her car. She had work to do, and yesterday wasn’t soon enough to start. First stop was The Promenade, just to be sure the room was really theirs.
****
Tanner Voss lounged in the plushly padded booth at Raquel’s and sipped on the finely aged bourbon he’d ordered. He’d thought about a glass of wine but decided he needed something stronger to settle his nerves. Nerves? What the hell did he have to be nervous about? He’d just had a successful conclusion to a major litigation case and brought in two new clients. He was quickly achieving rainmaker status in the firm.
Oh, maybe he was nervous because he stupidly told Will and Janice he’d be their taster/tester for their wedding that was now in three weeks instead of five months. He wasn’t sure he knew the difference between a truffle and a ruffle, nor did he really care. He would do his best for Will, because it was important and Will was a close friend as well as a colleague.
But the real reason he’d agreed to put himself in this
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