Free The Beach Wedding (Married in Malibu Book 1) by Bella Andre, Lucy Kevin

the sparks flying between them...and of the fact that he seemed not only to be talking about his book, but also about the two of them. Or maybe it was just that being this close to him again was making her a little crazy. Because by moving forward , he couldn’t possibly mean them, could he? No, surely he was just talking about his book.
    “Thanks for coming so quickly. I’m desperate for more detailed information.” She hid her discomfort over her deeply emotional thoughts by getting out the design folders Margaret had prepared for her. “First, we need a final decision on the theme and color scheme.”
    Jason took his time studying the two options before pointing to the arrangement with the Art Deco touches and the warmer colors. “Amber is looking for something classic, but at the same time she doesn’t want it to feel like the same wedding everyone else has. I think it will be just right for her.”
    Yet again, Liz was thankful that Jason knew his niece well enough to make these decisions. He’d obviously built an incredible relationship with Amber in the wake of her mother’s death. Not everyone could have managed that; in fact, a lot of men would have run from it. But not Jason.
    Jason wasn’t the kind of man who ran.
    “Thanks for the quick decision. Knowing which way we want to go will make a lot of things easier.”
    “That’s true of a lot of things, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, well…” Liz had a feeling he was talking about the two of them again, so she desperately tried to keep the conversation on track. “We will pick the flowers to match the room design, but do you know if Amber has any strong preferences? A particular flower that she’s always loved?”
    “If you can find something that manages to bloom beautifully in difficult conditions, that would be a nice touch.”
    Trust Jason to look for the meaning in everything, even flower arrangements. “I’m sure Kate can come up with something amazing. Now, about the guests, do you know who will need their own security people, whether there are any allergies or other specific requirements for the food, and which guests will need us to arrange transportation from the airport or somewhere else?”
    When Jason smiled before answering, she had a feeling that he was deliberately trying to put her at ease. Clearly, she was looking far too stressed out. “I believe Amber’s friend Hannah will have security with her, and possibly her current co-star, as well. I have contact information for both of them on my phone. Why don’t we give them a ring now and work everything out?”
    Thirty minutes later, when the security issues had been taken care of, they went carefully through the guest list. Despite how nervous being this close to Jason still made her, Liz couldn’t help but be charmed by the way each name on the list came with a small anecdote or observation that brought it to life.
    “Robert’s Aunt Petunia has decided to backpack all over the world,” he told her with a grin, “even though she’s seventy-three years old. She’ll probably complain that the food isn’t spicy enough, but if you made it the way she likes it, no one else would be able to eat it.”
    “That isn’t a problem,” Liz said, already looking forward to meeting Robert’s aunt. “I’ll just get Jenn to make sure that her food is a lot hotter than everyone else’s.”
    Liz loved the way Jason turned the people around him into stories. People she had never met became living, breathing individuals to her, simply because he was describing them so well.
    Although it suddenly made her wonder, how did he describe her to other people? And what story did he tell? Was it a story of the time they’d spent together when things were good? Or was it a story about the way they’d split up?
    Working hard to corral her focus, she said, “Nathan, our IT specialist, has an interesting idea of projecting photos of Amber and Robert and their guests around various points in the room. If