Home > To Love and to Cherish (The Wedding Belles #3)

To Love and to Cherish (The Wedding Belles #3)
Lauren Layne


Eight Years Earlier

WHAT CAN I GET you, miss?”

Alexis settled at the barstool, unwinding the scarf from around her neck and placing it on top of her warm puffy coat before smiling at the bartender. “Pinot grigio?”

“You got it. Which one? We’ve got two by the glass.”

“Um . . .” She glanced down at the menu, scanning for the wine list. “I had one the other day . . . I think it was four dollars?”

“Ah, yup. That’s our happy-hour white. I can still give it to you, but it’ll be eight fifty now as it’s past seven.”

“Oh,” Alexis said, trying to hide the stab of dismay. “That’s fine.”

She’d just have to drink it slow, make it last.

“Food menu?”

“Yes, please,” she said. “You mind if I work on my laptop here at the bar?”

The bartender shrugged, her blue eyes completely disinterested. “Fine by me. Tuesdays in January are slow. You could pretty much sleep here, and nobody would notice or care.”

A few days ago, the offer might have been somewhat tempting, but as of yesterday morning, Alexis was officially a New York resident.

Well, sort of. Did subletting count? She’d signed a three-month sublease on a two-bedroom place in Harlem with a sweet, if slightly ditzy, roommate named Mary.

It wasn’t quite where she wanted to be, but it beat the cheap hotels she’d been staying at before now, at least budget-wise. Enough so that she was fully intending to eat something with protein in it tonight.

She flipped open the menu and winced as she saw the price of a cheeseburger. Or not.

Even hole-in-the-wall pubs were pricey in Manhattan. Alexis thought she’d been prepared, but she was running through her allotted spending money a hell of a lot faster than she’d expected. Especially considering she hadn’t made any traction on a potential investor in her business idea: an elite, full-service wedding-planning agency.

Alexis glanced at the bartender, hoping she wasn’t too late to cancel her wine order, but the bored-looking redhead had already poured her wine and was heading her way.

At least the glass was filled to the brim. Alexis must have looked like she’d needed it. Still, she’d have to offset the wine price with the cheapest food item. Again. Just a few months ago, she wouldn’t have thought it possible to be sick of French fries, but she’d passed that point about a week ago.

“You know what you want to eat, or need a few?” the bartender asked.

“Still deciding.”

“No prob.” Her attention was on her phone. “Just holler when you’re ready.”

The bartender wandered away, still typing on her phone, and Alexis opened up her laptop and pulled out the ever-present file folder where she kept a printed copy of the most recent proposal.

Generally speaking, the electronic version of her business plan was more practical, but you never knew when someone who mattered was going to ask you for more information, and she wanted to be ready.

Alexis was always ready.

Her stomach rumbled in hunger, and hard as she tried to ignore it, it wasn’t the first time a tiny part of her wished that she’d taken her father up on his offer of a loan. Then her company would be a reality instead of a dream, and maybe she’d be able to eat something other than cereal and ramen.

But though she had a reasonably good relationship with her sometimes-cold father, his stipulations had just been too much.

For starters, the loan came with a location requirement. Stay in Boston.

That wasn’t the dream. New York was the dream.

The other stipulation had been even harder to swallow.

You could hire your sister, you know . . .

Yeah, no.

She didn’t want to hire her sister. She loved Roxanne, but her sister wasn’t the type of person she was looking to bring on to help get this business off the ground. Alexis needed someone with drive and business acumen. Roxie, while smart and savvy, was easily bored when it came to her career choices. Alexis needed someone who’d be in it for the long haul.

Plus, there was the bigger elephant in the room—it was just too damn hard to be around her sister right now.

The wound would heal, eventually. Alexis knew that. It was just a little too fresh, and Boston was just a little too painful.

She took a sip of wine as she opened her spreadsheet. The potential investor she’d spoken with today had been polite and shown token interest but was concerned with her growth model, specifically with the size of her team.

It was a valid point—a tiny number of employees would mean they could only support so much business. Still, Alexis was hesitant to change it. What the company would lack in scalability, it would make up for with consistency. Perfection every time, even if there were fewer times.

She left the column as is. Alexis knew it was unrealistic to think she wouldn’t have to make some compromises, but she kept holding out hope that someone would get it. That someone would hear her, see what she was trying to do, and understand.


The sexy British accent startled Alexis out of her thoughts, and she glanced up, both alarmed and intrigued to find that the face that awaited her was every bit as appealing as the voice.

The man was about her age—early, maybe midtwenties—and ridiculously cute. His hair was dark and maybe just a touch too long, as though he intended to get a haircut but kept forgetting. The eyes were brown and friendly, accented by trendy black-framed glasses.

The chunky cable-knit sweater with elbow patches—for real—bordered on dorky, but then, Alexis had always had a soft spot for dorky. He had a bit of the Clark Kent thing going on, which had always been far more her type than the overrated Superman.

“Hi,” she replied quickly, realizing that she’d been staring.

His smile grew wider as he extended a hand. “Logan Harris.”

Darn. Even the name was good.

“Alexis,” she said.

“Does that come with a last name?” he teased, lowering himself to the vacant barstool beside her.

“Not to strange men,” she retorted.

“I could buy you a drink. Get rid of the ‘strange’ part.”

Alexis’s smile slipped as she remembered that romance, even flirting, wasn’t part of her plan. She’d learned the hard way that she could have one or the other—her own business or a boyfriend—not both. And even if she wanted the latter, the latter didn’t want her back.

» If I Stay (If I Stay #1) read online
» Warcross (Warcross #1) read online
» Stay with Me (Wait for You #3) read online
» Just One Day (Just One Day #1) read online
» The Fever Code (The Maze Runner #5) read online
» You Were Mine (Rosemary Beach #9) read online
» See Me read online
» Where She Went (If I Stay #2) read online
» Archangel's Heart (Guild Hunter #9) read online
» Under the Lights (The Field Party #2) read online
» Fall from India Place (On Dublin Street #4) read online
» Filthy English (English #2) read online
» Moonshot read online
» Swear on This Life read online
» Kiro's Emily (Rosemary Beach #9.5) read online
» The Sea of Tranquility read online
» Easy (Contours of the Heart #1) read online
» Pulse (Collide #2) read online
» Just One Year (Just One Day #2) read online
» A Beautiful Funeral (The Maddox Brothers #5 read online