approve.â
âOf course I approve! Can I come with you?â
âBrody!â
âWhat? I want to make sure you two play nice. Then Iâll leave when itâs time for you to have sex.â
âWeâre not having sex. Weâre just having dinner.â
âWhich is oftentimes a precursor to sex. I know you probably donât remember how these things workâ¦â
âFine, come along with us. What do I care? Iâm being held date-hostage anyway.â
âIâm just kidding. You kids have fun.â He ducked behind a chair just in time to deflect the bottle of water I threw at him.
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CHAPTER 6
Despite my protestations, there really werenât any good, solid reasons not to go out with Evan. Well, okay, there was the fact that he lived in another country and there was absolutely zero chance of it going anywhere, but who says all dates have to end in a destination wedding?
People always assume that when youâre a wedding planner you want to get married really badly, when actually, nothing could be further from the truth. Itâs like if you worked at an ice cream shop. For the first month, youâd eat ice cream every day and think, Wow, Iâm super lucky; I can have ice cream whenever I want. Then youâd start gaining weight and getting bored with the ice cream. Youâd start to eat it less often, and after a few months, youâd find that you preferred salty snacks.
Itâs like that with weddings. You see enough of them, see what they do to people, and it dulls your appetite for weddings altogether. All those flowers and pretty dresses and lovey-dovey stuff? For me, itâs just business.
I guess Iâm a pretty terrible spokesman for my company.
Anyway, Iâd finally agreed to go out with Evan, expecting nothing more than an evening away from the villa and maybe a nice glass of wine. He picked me up at seven, and we strolled toward the center of town.
âSo how are you liking it here?â I asked.
âCanât complain,â he said. âEverybodyâs pretty laid back, foodâs great ⦠except now that San Miguel keeps making all those âTop Places to Travelâ lists, everyone wants to come visit me.â
âHard to blame them. It really is beautiful down here,â I said as we walked through the town plaza, known to everybody as the jardÃn . On nights like tonight, with the weather mild and tourist season in full swing, as many as three or four mariachi bands strolled the jardÃn to field the constant stream of requests, like a chaotic battle of the bands where everyone plays at the same time.
We paused for a moment to sit on one of the park benches facing La Parroquia, a three-hundred-year-old church whose spires could be seen from almost anywhere in town. Even if you couldnât see the church, you could usually hear it: it marked the passage of time by chiming every fifteen minutes and clanging enthusiastically every hour on the hour.
I knew weâd stopped so I could appreciate the imposing buildingâs Gothic architecture, but I took the opportunity to sneak a peek at my date. Mexico clearly agreed with him. Heâd traded in his clean-shaven pilot look for a three-day scruff and grown his thick, brown hair out to his collar. Had it always been this wavy? It had never been long enough for me to tell.
He caught me studying him and smiled. âIâm glad I was able to lure you away for the evening.â
I nodded. âIâll be honest: itâs good to get out for a while. Mrs. Abernathyâs in a total snit about not being able to leave, and everyone else is pretty stunned by Danaâs death. The mood over there is pretty intense.â
âIâll bet,â he said, taking my hand. âIâm sure they need some time to process everything thatâs happened.â
âYeah, thatâs for sure. Anyway, the chef was cooking them something
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