Listen to Your Heart(36)

Stomping into the office, I head straight to Lynsey’s door. It’s open, and she’s on the phone. Because I’m a professional, I wait until she hangs up before unleashing my fury.

“I hate you! Don’t you ever do that to me again.”

Robyn looks stunned as I rush to my office, letting the door slam behind me. I collapse in my desk chair and gaze tearfully at the flowers on my windowsill.

They have to go.

I hit the intercom and ask Robyn to bring me a garbage bag. She walks in seconds later, wide-eyed and cautious.

“No more flower deliveries. If they’re for me, you refuse them. Understood?”

She nods and slips out of the room just as Lynsey walks in. I grab each vase of daisies and shove them into the bag.

“What the hell, Skye?”

“You tell me! How could you do that to me? How?”

“Get used to it.”

I shoot her a glare. “What does that mean?”

“It’s the wedding of the year. I’m going to need your help.”

“I told you to use Macy.”

“Oh, I will. I’ll need all the girls. But you’re my partner, and this is business. I’ve never directed a wed—”

“If you think I’m directing this wedding, you have seriously lost your mind.”

“You’re going to do more than direct. You’re going to help me plan it. From scratch.”

I fall into my chair. “What do you mean from scratch?”

“Juliana thinks we need to . . . re-evaluate some things. So we’re starting from scratch. I’m talking the gown, the napkins, the menu. Everything’s changing, and we’re in charge.”

“Why the hell are we starting from scratch? Why does it matter?”

Lynsey shrugs and leans against my desk.

“Did you guys choose a cake, by the way?”

I narrow my eyes. “I will never forgive you for that.”

“I know, but did you?”

“He picked the raspberry. I . . . might have talked him into it.”

Lynsey smiles. “Pierre’s raspberry has always been your favorite.”

“Yeah.”

“So here’s the deal. Fake or not, this is our biggest wedding of the year, and we are not letting this account slip through our fingers. We are professionals. We are going to put our feelings aside and plan this sham of a wedding. When it’s over, you and I will take our very large paychecks and go on vacation.”

“I don’t wanna go anywhere with you.”

“That’s fine, too.”

“I just don’t understand why we’re starting from scratch.”

“You will. In time. And you’ll thank us for it. So, clear your schedule for the next few weeks. You’re gonna be busy!”

I’m just about to tell her where she can stick my schedule when Robyn timidly walks into my office with a small white box.

“Sorry to interrupt. Package for you, Skye.”

“Thanks.”

Needing something to do with my hands before I strangle my best friend, I tear into the box. Inside, I find a clear cassette tape.

“What the . . .” Lynsey peers at the tape as I carefully place it on my desk. “Is that a cassette? Do they still make those? Who would send you that?”

There’s only one person on the planet that would send me a cassette tape. But it’s not just a cassette. The label assures me it’s much, much more.





LISTEN TO YOUR HEART


Love, Caleb



I turn it over and scan the playlist. Bon Jovi. Poison. Madonna. Michael. Whitney. Rick Springfield. Journey. Culture Club. Roxette. Bryan Adams.

Caleb Lynch has made me an 80s mixtape.

Lynsey’s mouth drops open when she reads the label.

“Please tell me you have a boombox.”

“Of course I do.”

She snorts. “Of course you do. Go home immediately. Pop that baby into the cassette player, and do exactly what it says on that label.”

Listen to your heart.

If only it was that easy.





“No, Juliana.”

“Yes, Caleb. More juice?”

I wondered why I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. Now I know. She sits down with me at the island and asks me to pass the syrup.

“I thought you already picked out a dress?”

“Apparently, there’s a problem with that particular gown, and I told you . . .”

“You’re not making any decisions, I know.”

Jules smiles sweetly and checks her cell. While she plays on her phone, I finish my breakfast and try to find a way to get out of this appointment.

I have to hand it to her. Juliana Martinez is a woman of her word. She hasn’t made one decision about this wedding during the past two weeks. That’s all been up to me.

And Skye, ironically enough.

Lately, my life is filled with teaching during the day and wedding planning at night. For most guys, this would be hell on earth, but it’s hard to complain because it means I get to spend time with her. I’m almost positive things like flowers and dresses were finalized long ago, but suddenly I’m making those decisions . . . with Skye.