The Billionaire in Her Bed (Worthington Family) by Regina Kyle

The Billionaire in Her Bed (Worthington Family) by Regina Kyle

Author:Regina Kyle [Kyle, Regina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Indulgence)
Published: 2017-09-03T18:30:00+00:00


Chapter Nine

“David asked me to bring this stuff up to you before he left.” Charise held several strings of white lights in one arm and a matching bolt of tulle under the other. “Where do you want it?”

“Over there.” Brooke pointed to Eli, who stood on a ladder under the canopy frame he’d built from PVC pipe, where, in a couple of days, David and Chris would say their vows. He’d proved surprisingly handy for a desk jockey. When she asked him about it, he’d brushed it off, repeating his claim about flipping houses back in the day. “How’s the seating chart coming?”

Charise wrinkled her nose. “The list of who won’t sit with who is longer than the phone book. It’s like an episode of The Young and the Restless.”

“Let me know if you need any help.” Brooke shoveled a spade full of dirt around the base of a dwarf cypress and patted it down.

“I can handle it,” Charise insisted. “You’re busy enough as it is. But thanks for offering.”

She delivered the lights and fabric to Eli and headed back downstairs.

Brooke put down her trowel and stood, surveying their progress. She was almost finished with the planter boxes. Eli had the canopy under control. Charise was dealing with the dreaded seating chart. David and Chris were off getting fitted for their tuxes. And the Feingolds were waiting in the lobby for the rental company to show up with the chairs and tables, probably squabbling the whole time over whose turn it was to take out the trash or whether the toilet paper was supposed to hang over or under the roll.

All in all, things were coming along nicely. Sure, there’d been the snafu with the photographer, who’d accidentally double-booked himself. And she had to call five florists before she found one who could track down snapdragons in the colors David specified. But they’d been minor inconveniences, swiftly handled.

The easiest call had been to the caterer. No one knew more about food—or weddings—than her sister. The Worthington had at least one a week, more during the busy months in the spring and fall. And Mallory had been more than happy to help David and Chris on their special day.

“Hey, Brooke,” Eli called from his perch on the ladder. “Can you come over here and take a look at this?”

She wiped her dirt-covered palms on her jeans and went over to him. He’d fashioned a sort of curtain from the tulle, hanging it from the top of the canopy frame then gathering it and securing it to one corner with wide, silver ribbon.

The man was a marvel. Was there anything he couldn’t do with those magic hands?

She banished all thoughts of his appendages—yes, that one, too—and gave him a thumbs-up. “Perfect.”

“Great. I’ll finish hanging the tulle and string the lights.” Eli climbed down the ladder and moved it to the next corner, giving her butt a quick and dirty squeeze through her Levi’s as he passed. She shot him a warning glare and looked around to make sure no one had joined them on the roof.



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