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“And who in the world is going to reimburse their tickets? Because I sure as hell am not,” he said.

“We’ll take care of it.”

I turned around and saw Dylan standing behind me. He was clad in a black suit, tailored specifically to his tall features. He walked up beside me with a grin on his face and a devilish glint in his eye.

“Should anyone feel the need to be reimbursed for anything, Leewardly Ranch Resorts will take care of it,” Dylan said.

“I’m not talking about the damn dinner,” Michael said. “I’m talking about the airplane tickets.”

“Those as well,” Dylan said. “As the man who runs the Finance Department of this resort, I’ll see to it that all your guests are treated with the care and respect they deserve.”

“And what about their stay here?” Michael asked.

“I’m sure everyone will enjoy the resort despite not havin’ to attend a weddin’,” Caleb said.

“And we’ll be bookin’ another room for Miss Carr for the night,” Andrew said.

Michael glared at me as the brothers gathered protectively around me. He drew in a deep breath before he turned back to the ballroom, then entered it with his head held high. He clapped his hands together and began his announcement, telling the room there would be no wedding and reassuring everyone that they were welcome to stay and enjoy the facilities.

Then, Wyatt wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me to the elevator.

“Come on. Let’s get you set up somewhere else,” he said.

CHAPTER 2

DYLAN

“What the hell do you m

ean the venue isn’t refundable?”

“I’m sorry, sir. But our policy was clearly outlined in the contract.”

“I’m not getting married. This venue cost me ten thousand dollars. And you mean to tell me that because my fiancée—”

“Ex-fiancée,” I said with a grin.

“You mean that because Katie fucking Carr ruined this entire thing, that I’m supposed to walk away from ten thousand dollars?” Michael asked.

“Our policy was outlined clearly to you in the contract you signed. Five thousand dollars was a non-refundable deposit, and the other five thousand wasn’t refundable after thirty days,” I said.

“I guarantee you if I look through that fucking contract I won’t see a damn thing like that,” he said.

“You’re welcome to try sir, but I guarantee you, it’s there. However, what I have done is I have asked every single one of your guests if they wanted their rooms refunded and a credit put toward their airline tickets to get home. Some have taken me up on the offer. Others have not.”

“I’ll take you to fucking court if you think you’re gonna keep ten thousand damn dollars.”

“Then I await the subpoena for court.”

Even though I was keeping my voice steady and eradicating my accent as much as I could to seem professional, I was ready to go to blows. I saw how he’d treated Katie last night. I saw how he was staring down women as they passed by in their low-cut dresses. I saw how he ignored her and how sad she had looked. Katie was radiant in her rehearsal gown. The champagne-colored dress fell over her curves like sunlight pours through the sheer curtains of our resort hotels. And a woman who was dressed in such decadence deserved to be treated like the queen she was.

Except all he’d done was ignore her, snuff out her light and rob Katie of the joy I knew she hadn’t felt in life for a long time.

It wasn’t right. Katie didn’t deserve that, and I was glad she’d called things off.

“It’s that bitch’s fault all this went to hell. You wanna charge someone? Charge her,” Michael said.

“Language, sir. Some of our guests have sensitive ears.”