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Chapter One
Alexis Mosley stood toe to toe with innkeeper Logan Carmichael, not at all inti that much of you, really,” she said coolly “Can you provide the services she wants or not?”
“Your client,” he retorted with a deep line carved between his straight, dark eyebrows, “needs to get a grip on reality This is Southwest Virginia, not Montego Bay If she wants a Ja, she should hold it there Or at the least et married where there’s an actual ocean”
Alexis sighed gustily “As I’ve already explained to you, she needs to have the wedding here because she has elderly family members in very poor health who can’t travel easily but want to see herbecause that’s where her fiancé proposed two years ago That isn’t possible for the date to July and re-create the feel here”
On this Monday an and his two sisters, Kinley and Bonnie, co-owners of Bride Mountain Inn, to determine whether her client’s very specific and so to Logan, they were not
With a sardonic expression on his sternly attractive face, hewith one hand to draw her attention to the tidy garden in which they stood, the Queen Anne–style bed-and-breakfast behind theazebo at the end of a pebbled path A tall, three-tiered fountain reigned in the center of the still-winter-dor water for a soothing sound track Against the horizon, the ainst the pale blue sky He had a point about the setting looking very little like a Jamaican beach
Kinley, predictably enough, jumped into the discussion to state differently “Of course we can make your client happy! It won’t be the first tropical-theure out a way to set up to her personal specifications I’”
While Logan’s reaction to over-the-top bridal desires was often negative, inveterate saleswoman Kinley’s was just the opposite To book an event at the inn, she seely, she always careed only to what she knew they could accomplish
In alh her event-planning business, Alexis had never registered a complaint after an event at Bride Mountain Inn She recos and other special occasions she coordinated And nearly every tian at so told her requests were ih they both knew that somehoould make it work
“Have your client consult with you on a very detailed list of her ideas, then we’ll all get together and discuss them,” Kinley instructed “Make sure she knows all her decisions have to be ees with a theme this specific We’ll do our best to make her happy”
Alexis understood Kinley’s need to have everything spelled out in advance to avoid complications later She operated her own business on exactly the same philosophy “I’ll explain it to her, of course”
“I’ll research some Jamaican recipes in case she wants us to provide special breakfasts or snacks for her guests,” Bonnie contributed, looking intrigued by the challenge “I’inal ideas than jerk chicken”
The siblings didn’t look particularly alike Kinley had a slender, fit body, brown hair streaked with honey highlights and grayish-blue eyes Bonnie was petite, with golden-blond curls and big blue eyes Older brother Logan was hard-carved, medium tall and muscular, with dark hair and hazel eyes Alexis wouldn’t call him handsome, exactly, but definitely the type of man any red-blooded woman would notice She’d definitely noticed the first time she’d met him
Logan blew out a resigned breath that hung just visible in the crisp ray jacket he ith a T-shirt, jeans and boots was his only concession to the chilly temperature He would ditch the jacket when the days warmed, but the rest of his outfit remained the same year-round, at least from Alexis’s observation
“Just give me and the crew time to hatever miracle you think I can pull off You find the stuff she wants, I’ll set it up But you’re not hauling in sand,” he added with a warning scowl He shot a dark look at Kinley before continuing, “Last ti up sandboxes for the kids at a tropical the up afterward”
“No sand,” Alexis promised