Worry knotted her stomach. Tagging along to a family wedding seemed entirely too personal even if the purpose was solely business. Not to mention it was hard enough to battle her attraction for him in a business setting. But something as intimate as a wedding?
“How long would we be…..away?” she asked.
The question came out more as a squeak than a concise, professional query. She sounded like a scared little girl facing the big bad wolf. Oh, but Julian made such a yummy wolf.
It was all she could do not to put her head on the table and bang a few times. Focus, Nina focus.
“We’d fly out Thursday evening. Rehearsal and dinner on Friday, wedding Saturday with reception to follow and since it will likely go well into the night, we’d return Sunday.” he replied.
It would only require one missed day of work. No one but Evan would even need to know, and he certainly wouldn’t spill the beans.
