worship. “You don’t need to worry about ski pants.”
“I didn’t fall down, but I’m here to tell you that my boys are not happy.” Jack glanced around at his jeans-wearing companions. “The next time I come out here, my guys will be thermally protected and waterproofed. Count on it.”
After the laughter died down, the crowd dispersed with much joking about frosty denim and shrinkage. Trey would have liked to confirm with Elle that they’d meet in his room when she was free, but she was having a long conversation with Jared. Trey decided to go back to his room and get free of the cursed jeans.
Watkins called out as Trey started toward the lodge. The barrel-chested cowboy had his cell phone in his hand.
Trey paused. “What’s up?”
“I have a call from Pam.” He put the phone to his ear and continued to talk as he approached. “Let me check with him, Pam. Should be fine.” He put his thumb over the speaker and glanced at Trey. “As we might expect, Emmett’s freaking out a little about all the fuss surrounding the ceremony.”
“What fuss?”
“You and I haven’t been part of it, but Pam’s been in consultation with the chef about the menu because some items didn’t come in as expected, and the florist shipped the wrong arrangements and Emmett’s coat doesn’t fit quite right. You know, the usual wedding issues.”
“If you say so. I’ve only been involved in one wedding, and that was when Sarah and Pete got married last August. I’m not what you’d call an experienced wedding person.”
“The upshot is, Emmett is stressed. Pam thinks it’ll help if we meet in the room where the ceremony will be held and give them a little preview of the music we intend to play. She thinks just listening to those songs he loves, songs he helped choose, will remind him of how great the wedding is going to be.”
“I’m not sure that will work. It might make him more nervous than ever.”
Watkins nodded. “It could, but she’s running out of ideas short of plying him with whiskey.”
“Isn’t there a bachelor party for him tonight? We can get him toasted then.”
“And we will, but it’s quite a few hours between now and the bachelor party. Anyway, I think we should give it a shot.”
“You bet. After all, she’s rolled out the red carpet for all of us. Does she want us to do the preview now?”
“Yep. As soon as we can change out of our ski duds, or in your case, out of your wet jeans.”
“Oh.”
“You got something planned?”
“Not exactly, but...” Trey couldn’t very well explain to Watkins what he’d scheduled for the next couple of hours.
“Something to do with our ski instructor, maybe?”
Trey’s face grew hot.
“Look, ordinarily I’d put Pam off for a little while, but she sounded desperate. If you want me to go down there and handle it by myself, I will.”
As a testament to his driving need for Elle, Trey considered that offer, but only for a split second. “No, that wouldn’t be right. I’ll go. Give me fifteen minutes to change clothes and grab my guitar. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
“Thanks.” Watkins squeezed his shoulder. “I know Pam is going to really appreciate this.”
“I’m sure she will.” Trey glanced back at Elle, who was still talking to Jared. How could he let her know the plan had changed?
Too bad he didn’t have her cell number. He’d get it first chance he had, but for now he’d have to stop by her room and slip a note under her door. That wasn’t great, but it was the best he could come up with on short notice.
Knowing he needed time to write and deliver the note before he met Watkins in the lobby, he made tracks for his room, which fortunately was on the first floor. He took off his gloves and jacket on the way there. That soak in the tub wouldn’t be happening.
Inside his room, he tossed his coat on a chair and pulled off his clothes as fast as his cold fingers allowed. Then he grabbed a towel from the bathroom
“I didn’t fall down, but I’m here to tell you that my boys are not happy.” Jack glanced around at his jeans-wearing companions. “The next time I come out here, my guys will be thermally protected and waterproofed. Count on it.”
After the laughter died down, the crowd dispersed with much joking about frosty denim and shrinkage. Trey would have liked to confirm with Elle that they’d meet in his room when she was free, but she was having a long conversation with Jared. Trey decided to go back to his room and get free of the cursed jeans.
Watkins called out as Trey started toward the lodge. The barrel-chested cowboy had his cell phone in his hand.
Trey paused. “What’s up?”
“I have a call from Pam.” He put the phone to his ear and continued to talk as he approached. “Let me check with him, Pam. Should be fine.” He put his thumb over the speaker and glanced at Trey. “As we might expect, Emmett’s freaking out a little about all the fuss surrounding the ceremony.”
“What fuss?”
“You and I haven’t been part of it, but Pam’s been in consultation with the chef about the menu because some items didn’t come in as expected, and the florist shipped the wrong arrangements and Emmett’s coat doesn’t fit quite right. You know, the usual wedding issues.”
“If you say so. I’ve only been involved in one wedding, and that was when Sarah and Pete got married last August. I’m not what you’d call an experienced wedding person.”
“The upshot is, Emmett is stressed. Pam thinks it’ll help if we meet in the room where the ceremony will be held and give them a little preview of the music we intend to play. She thinks just listening to those songs he loves, songs he helped choose, will remind him of how great the wedding is going to be.”
“I’m not sure that will work. It might make him more nervous than ever.”
Watkins nodded. “It could, but she’s running out of ideas short of plying him with whiskey.”
“Isn’t there a bachelor party for him tonight? We can get him toasted then.”
“And we will, but it’s quite a few hours between now and the bachelor party. Anyway, I think we should give it a shot.”
“You bet. After all, she’s rolled out the red carpet for all of us. Does she want us to do the preview now?”
“Yep. As soon as we can change out of our ski duds, or in your case, out of your wet jeans.”
“Oh.”
“You got something planned?”
“Not exactly, but...” Trey couldn’t very well explain to Watkins what he’d scheduled for the next couple of hours.
“Something to do with our ski instructor, maybe?”
Trey’s face grew hot.
“Look, ordinarily I’d put Pam off for a little while, but she sounded desperate. If you want me to go down there and handle it by myself, I will.”
As a testament to his driving need for Elle, Trey considered that offer, but only for a split second. “No, that wouldn’t be right. I’ll go. Give me fifteen minutes to change clothes and grab my guitar. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
“Thanks.” Watkins squeezed his shoulder. “I know Pam is going to really appreciate this.”
“I’m sure she will.” Trey glanced back at Elle, who was still talking to Jared. How could he let her know the plan had changed?
Too bad he didn’t have her cell number. He’d get it first chance he had, but for now he’d have to stop by her room and slip a note under her door. That wasn’t great, but it was the best he could come up with on short notice.
Knowing he needed time to write and deliver the note before he met Watkins in the lobby, he made tracks for his room, which fortunately was on the first floor. He took off his gloves and jacket on the way there. That soak in the tub wouldn’t be happening.
Inside his room, he tossed his coat on a chair and pulled off his clothes as fast as his cold fingers allowed. Then he grabbed a towel from the bathroom
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