“The Wilde ranch? Sure. I was there a couple of years ago. I do business with two of your brothers. Caleb and Travis.”
“Ah.”
“Ah, what, Ms. Wilde?”
“Ah, that’s why I’m calling you. My sister Emily is getting married at El Sueño the day after tomorrow.”
“How nice for Emily.”
She winced. Could a voice be any colder?
“It’s going to be a big wedding.”
“Call the Announcements page at the New York Times.”
“Jaimie will be there.”
“What a surprise—that James should be at her own sister’s wedding.”
Lissa smiled. That James gave her hope.
“You’re on the guest list.”
“I am?”
“But you haven’t RSVP’d.”
Surely, her nose was going to start growing any second now.
“Ms. Wilde.”
“Lissa.”
“Ms. Wilde, I’ve had no invitation to a wedding. Even if I had, I’m leaving the country tomorrow.”
“Your work for The Agency?”
“Is there anything about me you don’t know?”
“I don’t know if you’re worth all the pain Jaimie’s going through, but I do know that my brother Caleb thinks you walk on water. I also know that my sister can’t seem to get over you.”
More silence. Then a long, unhappy sigh.
“What do you want from me, Lissa?”
“I want you to come to El Sueño the day after tomorrow, Mr. Castelianos. I want you to see Jaimie, see for yourself how unhappy she is. How much she needs you.”
“If I’d wanted to set myself up for another fall,” Zach said, again in that icy voice, “I could have called her a dozen times, right here in New York.”
“But you didn’t,” Lissa said. “And this is the solstice. Did you know the Druids believed the solstice is a time of magic?”
“No,” Zach said wearily, “no, I didn’t.”
Neither did she, but so what?
“Mr. Castelianos. Zacharias—”
“It’s Zach,” he said brusquely. “Zach. The only one who calls me Zachariah is—is—”