Billionaires Runaway Bride

I opened the front door for Sienna and she barged in the second I gave her an opening.

“Parker, I need to talk to you.”

I yawned and stretched my hands over my head. “Good morning to you, too.”

She waved a dismissive hand at me. “This is important.”

Her mouth was pinched and her eyes were filled with worry.

Something serious had happened.

“Are you okay?” I asked, leading her into the kitchen. I offered her a seat.

“I can’t sit right now,” she said. “And yes, I’m fine.”

A breath of air whooshed out of me. “Okay, well let me at least get a pot of coffee started.”

I went into the cabinet and pulled out the filters and a can of coffee.

She stood next to me, with her hand on her hip. “I heard something yesterday,” she started, lifting her hazel eyes to mine. “And I’ve been up all night trying to figure out how to tell you.”

“Slow down,” I said. I’d never seen her so rattled before. “Just start from the beginning.”

“At the diner yesterday—” she stopped talking and her eyes wandered to a spot behind me.

I turned to see Rachel there, wearing a silky purple robe. Her eyes were narrowed at Sienna.

“H-hey, Rachel,” Sienna said and then brushed passed me. “I didn’t realize you stayed over last night. I’m sorry, Parker, I should have called.”

I followed Sienna, who bee-lined for the front door. “What was it you wanted to tell me?”

Sienna’s eyes flicked to Rachel then back to me. She let out a forced laugh. “Oh, it’s not that important. It’s, um, about my dress. The store called and there’s a problem with it.”

“Couldn’t you have called me about that?” I asked.

“Yeah, you’re right. I just wanted to see if you were able to come with me to take a look. When you get a chance. No rush.” She let out another laugh and waved. “Okay, I’ll talk to guys later, then.”

“Bye,” I said, thoroughly confused.

Sienna left and I glanced out the window to see her shuffling toward her car. I knew Sienna better than that. There was something going on with her, and I wanted to find out what it was. Maybe Rachel would have something to do today and I could stop by the diner to see Sienna.

“That was weird,” I said, scratching my chin. I turned to Rachel. “I hope we didn’t wake you.”

“You did,” Rachel said. Her gaze lingered on the front door; her eyebrows were lowered in thought.

“Sorry.”

Then she snapped out of it, almost violently. “I think we should move the wedding to this Saturday.”

I cocked my head to the side. “This Saturday?”

Rachel came up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to her. She peered up at me. “Why not?”

“Why not?” I repeated. “We can’t make this work with all the vendors.”

She shrugged one shoulder. “As long as we have the venue, we can find people who are available.”

“What about the guests?” I asked. “We haven’t finalized the list yet, and we still have to send out invites.”