Sedona Law 6 by Dave Daren (ebook pdf reader for pc .TXT) 📕

“Oh no,” Jim shook his head. “Only do that before the blueprints are done. After that, just delete that whole channel.”

I signed the paperwork for the permits.

“I do like the infinity pool on the roof,” I teased as I skimmed the building contracts.

“Yeah,” Jim muttered. “I know where you live.”

I laughed. “Nah. We wouldn’t do that to you. After all, what’s a pool without a hot tub?”

“What are you, Hugh Hefner?” Jim joked. “Are you going to be having drunken parties on the roof? Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t take you for the type.”

I laughed. “Oh, yeah? What type do you take us for?”

“I take you for the ‘asleep by midnight after Netflix type,’” he said.

AJ dissolved into side splitting laughter at her desk and we all turned to look at her.

“They are,” she managed to get out between her laughter. “They totally are.”

Jim laughed. “I knew it. No judgment, I’m the same way. Out like a light before ten. When I was younger, yeah...I could party all night.”

He shook his head and whistled at the memory of days gone by. “But, once you get on the other side of thirty…”

“Well,” I laughed. “We’re still on the good side of thirty.”

Jim snickered. “Oh, the good side, huh? I’m not sure which side that is. But it won’t be long. What, you got another year left of your twenties?”

I shot him a dirty look and Vicki laughed.

“Pretty close,” she said. ”He’s almost twenty-nine.”

“Almost twenty nine?” I repeated. “So what is this grade school, where you’re like six and half, or six and three quarters…And you’re not far behind me, you know.”

“A lady never reveals her age,” she smirked with a flip of her hair.

“Uh-huh,” I said. “What’s that have to do with you?”

She smacked my arm and Jim booed at my burn.

“Uh-oh, I think I started something here,” Jim smiled at AJ.

She shrugged. “Eh, It doesn’t take much.”

“Thanks for coming by Jim,” I turned professional and shook his hand.

“You bet, Henry,” he said. “I’m going to file these with the city, and then we’ll get the ball rolling on this.

“You do that,” I nodded.

“Thanks, Jim,” Vicki said. “We’re so excited.

“And you...don’t watch that channel,” he teased.

Vicki laughed and then Jim left the office.

“We still have to meet the wedding planner this weekend,” she said. “I’m starting the guest list. Do you think we should invite Marvin Iakova? I don’t really want to because he needs to be the center of attention all the time, but we can’t very well snub the biggest media mogul in the state.”

I groaned. “I told you. I want to run off to Vegas. None of this guest list, table placard, and Save the Dates and all of this.”

“We haven’t even started the planning and you want to elope?” she laughed. “How are you going to be when my parents come into town with my brother and cousins?”

My stomach froze. I hadn’t even thought about her parents. Jooyon and Seoyon were nice enough, just a little high maintenance and snobby. Her dad was a Korean immigrant turned self-made neurosurgeon, and her mother was an entrepreneur that owned a chain of nail salons. Last time her parents were here, I felt like I spent the entire week justifying our small town lifestyle and startup law firm. I think they had originally thought Vicki was shacking up with some loser that had lost his marbles and given up every shot at success for cows and goats and yoga. I did pretty well convincing them that we had a fairly successful practice in town, and that we had become a valuable part of this community.

Well, I did well enough that the engagement announcement went over decently. But, I did overhear some rapid fire Korean that included lots of exasperated uses of the word “Sedona.” I wasn’t looking forward to revealing that we intended to spend the rest of the foreseeable future here.

“Eloping is sounding better by the minute,” I said.

“You know your parents would kill you if you eloped,” she said. “As in murder you in your sleep.”

I laughed. “Then again, so would your parents.”

“So that takes Vegas off the table,” she laughed.

“Damn,” I said. “I was looking forward to Cleopatra. High rollers suite.”

“We could honeymoon in Vegas,” she said.

“Eh,” I said. “Thought it would make a good story. Much simpler to plan too.”

“What if we still did the wedding in Vegas,” she said. “And just invite everyone.”

“That ruins it,” I said. “The whole point of getting married in Vegas is that you’re either drunk or eloping. You can’t invite half of Sedona to a Las Vegas wedding.”

“Sure you can,” she said. “We could rent out a big hall, and get a wedding package at Caeser’s Palace.”

“Nah,” I said. “Ruins the ambiance.”

“We could get married on Cathedral Rock,” she smirked.

“That’s it,” I joked. “I’m taking back my ring.”

She laughed. Cathedral Rock was where my parents got married. They met in a hippie cult run by a Hindu guru, and he officiated the ceremony. My mom wore a simple white dress, and my dad wore corduroy pants with a giant star sewn on the crotch.

“You know,” she said. “It could be very meaningful and sweet to do the wedding there.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh. Meaningful? Yeah, meaning I’ve become my parents? No thanks.”

She laughed. “Okay. So we want to do something that’s totally us. We should do something that has to do with our story.”

Our story consisted of me hitting on her in the break room while she wore a scandalously sexy red dress. She wore said dress to get my attention because she had seen me the night before at the Downton Abbey