One week later...
“You can’t be serious,” Mace says as he looks at and then at Jasmine. “Is he serious?”
“We both are,” Jasmine replies and squeezes my hand in solidarity.
“Look, you know I love you, sister, but you’re asking the impossible.” Briar has nearly the sa expression as Mace right now, and it would be comical if we weren’t in such a ti crunch.
“It can’t be done.” Mace throws up his hands, and then I see Briar give him a side eye.
“It can. They’re just being ridiculous.” I think Briar might be purposely disagreeing with him.
“A wedding this size would take a year to plan, and even then that’s a tight turnaround,” Mace argues, and Briar shrugs.
“Maybe for soone without any true skills or positive attitude.”
“That’s my twin.” Jasmine elbows , and she and Briar share a wink.
“I’m sitting right here.” Mace shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let spell this out so I’m sure to have all the crazy in order, okay?” When Jasmine and I nod, he gets up and begins to pace as he nas things off on his fingers. “You two want Briar and to plan your wedding, at the beach house, with three hundred people, all in...” He trails off, waiting for an answer.
“Oh, as soon as possible,” Jasmine says and smiles like it’s no big deal.
“It’s a tall order, but I’d do anything for my twin.” Briar stands up and grabs her bag, and there’s a tiny ow coming from inside of it.
“Don’t tell ,” I say and shake my head.
“Briar, seriously?” Jasmine lants.
“It’s just the alarm on my phone. Gotta go.” She rushes out of my office, and I see Mace trailing hot on her heels.
“Wait, we need to talk about this.”
The sounds of their conversation echo away as the door to my office closes behind them.
“What do you think the odds are that they’ll pull this off?” I ask as I tug Jasmine into my lap.
“If I know anything about my sister, it’s to not underestimate her, and that she’s right. We’d do anything for each other. Even the impossible.”
“So forcing them to do this for us wasn’t the worst idea we’ve ever had?” I bury my face in her neck and kiss the soft spot under her ear.
“Oh, it’s a terrible idea, but it’s about ti the two of them played nice.” She giggles as I rub my stubble against her, and then we both stand up.
“I only hope that Mace can keep his cool.”
“What do you an?”
We walk out of my office and down the hall to the conference room. We’ve got a lot more accounts to go over, and Nelly is coming in to debrief us about her findings after lunch.
“You know he’s in love with her.” I say it casually, but I notice that Jasmine has stopped walking. “What?” I look back at her in confusion, and she blinks at .
“I knew he cared about her, but I thought it was like the way he cared about .”
“If he thought about you that way, I’m pretty sure I’d have to murder him,” I say and pull her against . “Did you seriously not know?”
“All this ti Briar has been on my side because of your bullshit rejection.” I raise an eyebrow at her, and she waves off. “I never stopped to think about her feelings towards Mace. Most of the ti, she pokes at him, and I think she secretly enjoys it.”
“Jazzy, there’s nothing secret about the way she loves poking at Mace.” I kiss her forehead and guide her to the conference room. “Planning the wedding together will be good for them. They’ll have lots of ti alone to work out whatever it is they feel.”
“But you know that Mace loves her,” she pushes, and I nod.
“When I told him that we had to wait for you both to graduate college, let’s just say that he wasn’t on board.”
“What happened?” Her eyes pierce mine, but just then Craig walks in.
“That chili went right through .” He grabs his stomach and then belches loudly.
“We’ll talk later,” I whisper to her as we take a seat at the conference room table.
“Fine, but I want all the gossip,” she hisses, and I bring her hand to my mouth.
I place a kiss on the diamond engagent ring I slid on her finger just a few nights ago. I bought it the day she went to college and made a promise to myself to give it to her when she finally admitted she loves .
“Anything for you, Jazzy,” I say, and the heated look she gives goes straight to my cock.
“Let’s get to work,” she says to the room, and once again we begin to search for the thief among us.
FIN.
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