Neither of them planned for this.
Fern: I’ve orchestrated dozens of perfect weddings, but planning my cousin’s lavish seaside ceremony might be my breaking point.
Between demanding relatives and last-minute disasters, I’m close to losing my mind. The only bright spot is the quiet, watchful man stationed near the doors.
The second I see Jackson, I forget all about floral arrangements and the stress of my job. When he looks at me, I feel things that I’ve never felt before.
He’s a Navy SEAL, a man built for danger and discipline, and for some reason, every time I smile at him, his jaw tightens like I’m a problem he can’t solve.
I tell myself not to care, that a man like him would never be interested in me, but I can’t seem to help myself. I want the sexy SEAL. I just have no idea how to make that happen.
Jackson: I’m only doing security at this fancy coastal wedding as a favor to my friend. The job is supposed to be easy. Just smile. Scan the exits. Stay professional.
That was the plan… until I see her. Fern, with her warm eyes, mouthwatering curves, and sugar-sweet smiles. One look and I know I don’t just want a week with her. I want everything.
Now I just need to convince her that we’re meant to be and that the next wedding she’s planning needs to be ours.
