are three things that make up a successful wedding,” Leo said with such authority, Jessie couldn’t help but wonder when he’d become an expert on the topic. He’d never been married, that much she knew. In fact, he’d never seen anyone seriously—not, at least, since her.
“We need a quick ceremony, a great reception and a fabulous honeymoon. Your parents,” Leo addressed Drew and Annie, “have agreed to take care of the ceremony. They couldn’t get a church on short notice, so they opted for the main ballroom at the Hotel del Mar.”
“That’s a beautiful venue,” Annie crooned. “It overlooks the water. It’s perfect!”
Clearly, Annie was as much a romantic as Leo. Or she was just thinking about the pictures, since Annie was a photographer.
“Now, it’s just up to us to plan the reception and the honeymoon.”
“Won’t the hotel take care of the food?” Mallory asked.
“Actually, Jessie’s mom is a caterer,” he said, sparing her a glance. And only a glance. Why did it suddenly matter that he’d spoken her name, but hadn’t deemed her significant enough to look at? “She and Mrs. Brighton are already making arrangements. But the entertainment’s not locked down—and I saw in the paper yesterday that Brock Arsenal is in town.”
“The rock star?” Jessie asked. “He’s not exactly a wedding singer.”
Leo, once again, was not deterred. “But he does sing their song.”
His voice dropped low, and unexpectedly he hummed the strains of that haunting tune in Jessie’s ear. Full of sexual yearning and erotic imagery, Arsenal’s signature ballad teased Jessie’s consciousness, taunting her with memories she should have banished from her mind a very long time ago.
Actually, she’d thought she had.
Drew made room on the table for the waitress, who was delivering a fresh pitcher of beer. “God, Binks played that song over and over for weeks after she and Coop started dating. I thought I’d never get it out of my head. Posters of Arsenal are still up in her old bedroom.”
“It would be really cool if we could get him to play,” Annie agreed. “Impossible, but really cool.”
Ajay nodded. “With the right amount of money, nothing is impossible.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Leo said, clapping Ajay on the shoulder. “I’ll put you in charge of entertainment, then, okay? You and Mallory.”
“Me?” the dark-haired, dark-eyed woman said with a note of protest in her voice.
“Bianca told me that you not only book all of her interpreter work, but you also find people to work with actors when they need to master an accent or learn another language in a hurry. You have to have Hollywood contacts.”
Mallory remained silent, but gave a little nod.
“Good,” Leo said, and then turned to Annie. “You and Bianca are about the same height and size, aren’t you?”
Annie’s green eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you need me to pick out her wedding dress.”
Leo pulled another list out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Unless you want her mother to do it?”
Jessie nearly choked, but Drew actually laughed out loud. Bianca and her mother were polar opposites when it came to fashion sense.
In unison, Annie and Jessie said, “No!”
“I should pick out her wedding dress,” Jessie said. “I know her style best.”
“True,” Leo conceded. “But I have something better planned for you.”
Before Jessie could read anything into his promise, he tapped the list he’d handed to Annie. “Think you can get all this?”
“By the weekend?” Annie asked. “No way. The boutique you want me to go to is in New York City.”
Drew tilted Annie’s hand so he could see the paper. It was hard to tell in the predominantly red lighting in the pizzeria, but Jessie could have sworn Annie blushed.
“That’s the designer Bianca met last summer,” he said.
Leo grinned. “Exactly. She said she’d totally hook Bianca up.”
“I can fly Annie there,” Drew offered. “I could have a plane ready by Thursday morning. We can be back by Saturday with everything my sister will need. It’s about time she wore something other than faded cutoff jeans and ratty hoodies.”
Jessie couldn’t disagree, even if Annie did look uncomfortable with her assignment. Maybe she didn’t like the idea of picking out Bianca’s clothes—or maybe the idea of jetting off with Bianca’s gorgeous younger brother had her a little jumpy. Annie had hardly dated since her divorce, and Drew wasn’t doing a very good job hiding his obvious interest in her. He might be only twenty-six, but he was a successful businessman and an excellent pilot. Annie was in good hands.
But suddenly, Jessie did the math. If Annie went off with Drew and Mallory hooked up with Ajay, then that left.
“Oh, no,” Jessie said, but no one heard her objection except Leo.
He scooted closer, his breath skimming softly against her ear. “That leaves you and me to plan the honeymoon.”
She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the way his voice deepened so that the illicit possibilities in his suggestion were impossible to push from her mind. Suddenly, she imagined her body, naked and hot, pinned to the sand by Leo’s muscular form with a sultry summer sun on his back and in her eyes, while his mouth did deliciously decadent things to her lips, neck and breasts.
“We can’t do this,” she said.
There was too much history. Too much hurt.
“It’s been ten years, Jessie. Can’t we let go of the past long enough to give our friends the future we could have had if I hadn’t screwed up?”
Ajay picked up the bill. Drew was on his cell phone with the airport while Annie checked in with her young sons, who were visiting their father’s parents. Mallory stood a few feet away, toying with her iPhone, a tiny grin curving her mouth. Leo, however, simply stared at Jessie, his pupils wide and locked on her as if she were a steak and he a starving man.
Everyone seemed excited about the prospect of pulling off the surprise wedding.
Everyone except her.
“What are you afraid of, Jessie?” Leo taunted.
“I’m not afraid of you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she snapped.
Leo was right. What had happened between them had been a long time ago. She’d had plenty of relationships since then. She’d been engaged. Twice, though she’d never actually made it to the planning stages of either wedding.
Over the past decade, she’d endured seeing Leo whenever Bianca and Coop came back to town. Their breakup had not affected their individual friendships with the soon-to-be bride and groom. Why couldn’t she endure a weekend of travel planning with him? It wasn’t as if they were jetting off to some romantic destination to check out the site for themselves.
“Then go home and pack. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“Pack? For what? If you think I’m staying at your place while we figure out where to send Bianca and Coop, you have another think—”
“I’ve already figured out where we’re sending them,” he said, scooting out of the booth, which was now empty.
Jessie didn’t move. She watched Leo exchange cell phone numbers with the others as they walked to the door. Only after everyone had left did he turn around and crook his finger in beckoning.
She looked away, but she couldn’t stay there