Heartthrob (The Bennett Brothers 3)

“How do you feel about Imagine Dragons?”

I bolt up, inadvertently yanking my leg from my poor technician. “I love Imagine Dragons!” My heart speeds at the possibility of what she might say.

“I’ve got a lock on a suite at the arena for the Imagine Dragons concert on July twenty-fifth. The suite holds up to eighteen.”

“Yes!” I shout, pumping my fist in the air. Another woman two chairs away looks at me with surprise and envy.

“I take it this is acceptable?”

“Hell yes, use Nick’s name all you want. I don’t even care those cavemen will crash my bachelorette. It’s worth it.” I’m so excited, I actually squeal.

“Well, then brace because you’re going to go ballistic over this next tidbit.”

I brace, exhaling loudly, and wait.

“My contact at the arena tells me Coldplay and Halsey are joining the band as special guests.”

My heart actually stops, my jaw dropping to my lap. I can’t find words because hers are replaying in my brain.

“Claire?”

I clear my throat, but it barely helps. “I think I’m in shock.”

“Good shock I hope?”

“Remember my statement about orgasm by reflexology? You topped that.”

“Then I’ve done my job. Should I work on this now?”

“Absolutely, Rachel, and if I meet any of the bands, I’m naming my first daughter after you.”

“If only you knew how many times I’ve heard that.”

“This is an oath.”

“I cannot wait to meet you in person, Claire. You have been a delight. Admittedly, I was scared at first you’d be a prima donna. However, planning your wedding ranks in my top.”

Never in my life has anyone referred to me as a delight, but in this second, it’s the best compliment ever. “Rachel, make sure you’re one of the eighteen in that suite. I want you there.”

She pauses, clears her own throat, then speaks, her voice now hoarse. “I’d be honored.”

“Are we gonna get sappy now?”

The line muffles, I hear a low cough, and then she’s back to professional. “Hell no, I don’t do sappy. I’m a ball-busting wedding planner at the hottest spot in Las Vegas. Sappy is for wimps.”

“Thank God, because when you meet the weepy wimpsters, you need to team with me.”

“I look forward to it, Claire. We can bust balls together.”

“Get ready.”

We end the call, and I fall back into the chair, my excitement bursting.

“Claire, I think I’m gonna take that phone, get my hot stones, and give you a little extra today,” my technician tells me with a sparkle in her eye.

I drop my phone in my purse. “No argument here.”