Wedding at the Graff

by

Jeannie Watt

Luck of the Irish?

If only!

Collie Flanigan fled Chicago for Marietta, Montana to start a new life after breaking her engagement, but immediately hits a snag. Her ex-fiancé wants the ring back and sends his most trusted confidant and employee to get it. But the ring was stolen from her family years ago, and Collie has no intention of ever parting with the beloved family heirloom.

Collie’s college friend, Michael Donovan, thinks his mission is simple—quietly retrieve the ring to keep Collie out of jail and himself employed. He books a stay at the historic Graff Hotel, where Collie works in housekeeping, intending to quickly persuade her to part with the ring. Not so easy when Michael realizes he’s in too deep. The chemistry between him and Collie is still there, stronger than ever, but their timing’s always been off. Is now finally their time, and will Collie accept his ultimate sacrifice?

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A whiff of damp air hit Michael Donovan’s nostrils as he opened the door at the bottom of the basement stairs. The upper floors of the historic Graff Hotel in Marietta, Montana, had been expertly renovated. Rich dark wood walls and columns, coupled with sparkling crystal light fixtures and a gleaming marble floor, created a comfortable yet elegant ambiance. The narrow hallways and low ceilings of the basement, on the other hand, left something to be desired. But according to Bob, the chatty deskman, the basement was next on the renovation list, and the new and improved staff break room had already been relocated there. And that was where Michael would find Colleen.

“Can I help you, sir? Are you lost?”

Michael looked up to see a petite dark-haired woman leaning out of a doorway several yards ahead of him. “I’m looking for Colleen Flanigan. I’m an old friend.”

“An old friend?” The woman frowned at him as if debating whether to believe him. She wasn’t going to be as easy to convince as the guy manning the front desk.

“Bob said I could come down and make arrangements to meet Colleen after work. Should only take a minute.”

“Why didn’t Bob call her to meet you upstairs?”

“I wanted to surprise her.” Actually, he’d wanted to meet her alone and convince her that he’d come in peace. He’d thought it would be easier to be alone in the basement than in the busy lobby, but no. He still had an audience, and a protective one at that.

The small woman crossed her arms over her chest as a teenage kid a good head taller than her stepped out into the narrow hallway.

“Who’s Colleen?” he asked.

“I think he means Collie,” the woman said without breaking eye contact with Michael. “Or do you?”

“Yes. Collie,” he said. “She hasn’t gone by that recently.” He hadn’t called her Collie since her engagement to Garrett. It had helped him to think of her as Colleen.

The woman’s eyes narrowed. “If you’d like to give me your name and wait upstairs in the lobby, I’ll see if Collie has time to see an old friend on her break. Shouldn’t be more than five or ten minutes from now.”

Michael let out a silent breath. This was not a woman to mess with. He tried a smile. “Maybe you can tell her someone wants to see her? I really do want to surprise her.”

Total truth.

The woman opened her mouth to answer when Michael heard a door open behind him. He automatically turned and then felt something akin to a kick in his stomach as he came face-to-face with his quarry.

Collie came to an abrupt stop when she saw him, her gray eyes widening and her face flushing as recognition slammed into her. For a moment all Michael could do was stare.

Gone was Colleen, the polished gallery manager with her dark red chignon, and in her place was the Collie of old, neatly dressed in her hotel uniform with a loose auburn braid falling over one shoulder and wispy tendrils softening the angles of her cheeks. This was his Collie.

“Michael.” She took a half step backward, pressing a palm to her chest.

He automatically lifted a hand, as if to stop her from turning and fleeing, felt the kid move behind him, and instantly lowered his arm.

“What are you…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Please tell me you aren’t here because of Garrett. That you’re here because of me.”

“I am here because of you.”

“And only me.”

Michael swallowed. He couldn’t lie to her.

“Garrett sent you.” It was an accusation he couldn’t deny, and he wasn’t going to try.

“Collie—”

“Don’t you mean Colleen?” she countered rapidly. “Collie is a dog. Remember?” Her full lips twisted as her eyebrows lifted. “Woof. Woof.”

The last words came out flatly, with no hint of the fiery emotion lighting her eyes. Dark gray eyes should be cold and steel-like, but Colleen Flanigan’s eyes were anything but. The tiny flecks in her irises were like small white-hot sparks, lighting the stormy depths.

Garrett had wanted his fiancée to have a more polished name than Collie. He’d pointed out that Collie Hawley simply wouldn’t do, and Collie had agreed. However, Michael knew that Garrett had disliked her diminutive from day one, and after Collie had agreed to go by her given name, Garrett had teasingly told her that it was all for the best because a collie was a dog. Woof. Woof. And she hadn’t decked him. Testimony to how much she had changed since the days when she and Michael had studied together.

“What do you want me to call you?” he asked.

“If you’re here for the reason I think you’re here, I don’t want you to call me anything. I want you to leave.” Her voice was low and adamant and again he sensed that the kid behind him was about to take him out if he made a wrong move.

“You need to hear me out, Collie.”

A laugh erupted from her beautiful lips. “For my own good, no doubt.”

“It’ll benefit both of us.” He left her to draw her own conclusion and, after a few tense seconds, her expression shifted, but not in the direction he wanted. No sudden acknowledgment that she was in a lose-lose situation and needed to negotiate her way out. No sign of “you got me, let’s talk.” None.

He couldn’t say he was surprised.

Collie took a step forward and pointed a finger at the middle of Michael’s chest. “We have nothing to talk about, Michael. Not. One. Thing. You go back to Hawley Enterprises and tell Garrett that I refused to talk to you.” She lifted her chin and, even though he had a good eight inches on her, he got the distinct impression that she was looking down at him. “I can’t believe you’ve come to do this.” Her voice shook a little, telling him that she was both angry and hurt.

“It had to be me, and we need to talk,” he repeated. “You know Garrett won’t let this lie.”

“Lie,” she said musingly. “What an interesting choice of words. You might ask him about lies.” She turned on her heel and headed back down the hall to the door she’d emerged from a few minutes earlier, her back straight, her auburn braid moving with each step. “Ask him who really owns the ring.”

“Would you like help finding your way out?” the woman standing behind him asked in a no-nonsense voice. Michael turned, his attention instantly caught not by the small woman, but by the kid towering over her, a grim expression on his young face.

“Uh…no.” But it was time for him to regroup, and he’d just as soon do it without the kid attempting to manhandle him up the stairs.

“All the same,” the woman said primly, “Mateo will help you find your way out.”

Colleen leaned back against the heavy wood door of the backup storage room where she’d been searching for a case of new mop heads when she’d heard voices and stepped out to investigate, only to receive the shock of her life.

She closed her eyes and pressed her lips tightly together. Even though she was certain Michael was gone, she still pressed against the door as if barring it against her former friend. Angelica was probably wondering why she’d turned and walked back into the small room at the same time Michael and Mateo had headed for the stairwell, but she’d needed a moment.

More like an hour, and even that might not be enough.

During her last conversation with Garrett before leaving Chicago for Marietta, she’d asked him to do the right thing and allow her to keep the ring that had once belonged to her family—the ring that meant so much to her grandmother, the woman who’d raised her after she’d lost her parents in a car crash. He’d flatly refused, explaining that his dad wanted to use the stone for his own engagement. Hugh Hawley Jr. was going to pry the stone from its original setting and put it in something more suited to his bride-to-be’s modern tastes.

It hurt to even think about it.

Collie swallowed and then pushed the hair back from her forehead with both hands as she fought to get hold of herself.

The gig was up. The Hawleys were coming after the stone, as she’d known they would. This day had been inevitable, but she hadn’t expected Michael to be part of it.

The Michael she’d known and cared for wouldn’t have been a part of it.

She tilted her head back and blinked back tears, which was crazy. She and Michael hadn’t been close for a while now, not since she’d become engaged. He’d kissed her cheek after the announcement—his lips cool against her skin—wished her well and then, for all intents and purposes, removed himself from her life. Her trusted friend and study partner—gone.

She’d made a few overtures. Asked him to coffee and out for drinks, but he’d gently turned her down and eventually she’d gotten the message. Their relationship had ended when she’d become engaged to his boss.

It’d been hard to accept, but looking back, it’d had to be that way. Garrett wouldn’t have allowed his wife to have a male best friend. People might talk, which was a stupid concern, but Garrett spent a lot of time worrying about public image. She hadn’t recognized that small fact—and a lot of other stuff—in the beginning, when she’d been head over heels for the guy. Because she’d chosen Garrett, Michael had no choice but to step aside.

But he could have given you a little closure—right?

He hadn’t. What really fried her was that after her engagement, when they met at the Hawley Enterprises offices, which were in the same building as the gallery she managed, he’d called her Colleen. She’d hated it. She should have never been Colleen to him after all the time they’d spent together, but she was.

People change.

Yeah, they did. And sometimes forever.

After she called off the wedding, she’d hoped to hear from Michael, but he continued to keep his distance—no ‘I told you so,’ no ‘hey, want to talk?’ It wasn’t hard to figure out why. Garrett wouldn’t be happy with Michael picking up their friendship, and Michael still had to work closely with the man. He’d made a commitment to the company—signed a five-year contract in return for forgiveness of the healthy financial debt he’d incurred with his graduate studies. Yes, Michael had reason to keep his distance, but it still stung.

Well, he was back now, and it wasn’t to pick up the friendship. He’d come on a mission from Garrett, and the fact that he’d come on a mission not only hurt, it annoyed her as well. Right now, she was focusing on annoyance, because it felt better than hurt.

Collie wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then took a chance and cracked the door open. As she expected, the hall was clear. Time to face Angelica, thank her and explain, then get herself upstairs for her meeting with Walker Wilder, the events coordinator for the hotel, who probably wanted to talk about decorating the ballroom for the St. Patrick’s Day Dinner Dance.

As soon as she stepped out into the hall, Angelica did the same, waiting near the door of the staff break room as Collie walked down the narrow limestone-walled hallway.

“Mateo is making certain that your friend finds his way out of the hotel.”

Collie had a sudden, horrible thought. “What if he’s a guest?”

Angelica gave a small nod. “That would be a wrinkle.”

Collie smoothed the curling tendrils that had escaped her braid from the sides of her face. “A big wrinkle.”

She glanced at the clock above the sofa and saw that she had ten minutes before her meeting with Walker. More than enough time to debrief Angelica, who was probably piecing together all kinds of theories concerning the scene she’d just witnessed. “You must be curious.”

Angelica shrugged. “We all have our secrets.”

“This isn’t a secret.” And Collie wasn’t going to treat it as such. Now that Garrett had chased her down, the more people who knew the truth, the better. “I was engaged to a wealthy man and, due to circumstances, after we broke our engagement, I kept the ring. He wants it back. He sent his henchman to get it.” Okay—that was a little dramatic.

“This Michael is the henchman?”

Collie wavered. “More of a lieutenant,” she conceded. “He works for my ex.”

“Did your fiancé cheat on you?”

Which was a very good reason to keep the ring, but not Collie’s reason.

“No.” He’d charmed and controlled and manipulated and reshaped her until Collie had barely recognized herself, but he hadn’t cheated.

Collie looked up and down the hall, which was totally empty, of course. No one could walk the passageway without a crazy echo sounding down the corridor. “It’s a long, complicated story, but the ring he gave me once belonged to my family. His family stole it.”

“Yet you agreed to marry him?” Angelica’s eyebrows were approaching her hairline. Now she looked up and down the hallway, perhaps wanting to hear the story quickly before Mateo came back.

“I thought I loved him.” ‘Thought’ being the key word. The Garrett she’d fallen for had turned out to be a mirage. A front. The face he showed the world. It had felt very real in the beginning, until his grandfather had died, and his father had taken a more active part in the business. That was when the front began to slip and Collie started getting a taste of what her life was going to be like as Mrs. Colleen Hawley. That was when she began to wonder about the depth of the mistake she’d made.

“Love can be tricky,” Angelica acknowledged. “How did his family steal the ring?”

“My great-grandfather had given the ring as collateral to my ex’s great-grandfather for the loan that saw him through the Great Depression. After the loan was repaid, the ring was not returned. My great-grandfather’s paperwork had been lost in a fire and my ex’s family took full advantage of that fact.”

“Must be quite a ring.”

Collie nodded. It was some ring, and not only because of the brilliance and the clarity of the Colombian emerald, but because of what it represented to the Flanigan family. “When Garrett—he’s my ex—gave it to me as an engagement present, he told me that he hoped I didn’t mind having one of my family heirlooms returned to seal our deal. I thought things had come full circle in a very romantic way. The ring was back in the Flanigan family and Garrett and I would forge a future together. No more family feud.”

“That is romantic.”

Collie gave an unladylike snort. The kind that would have had Garrett lifting an eyebrow at her. “Except that he’s a control freak. Other than that, it worked out fine.”

“Is this what brought you to Marietta?”

“In a way. Garrett and I stopped here once on a drive to the West Coast on the advice of one of his clients.” Mrs. Roberta Blaisdell, who now played a very important part in Collie’s new life. “We were supposed to stay for several days during the Copper Mountain Rodeo. I loved the town, but Garrett insisted we drive on after only one night.”

“He hated the town, so you’ve come back.”

“It seemed kind of poetic.” And fortuitous. She’d heard that Mrs. Blaisdell had purchased a fishing lodge in the area and contacted her about work. She’d come to find out the fishing lodge was a dilapidated mess, and that had started Collie thinking about possibilities. Like starting her own cleaning and restoration business. If all worked out, Mrs. B would be her first client and she would grow her business from there. And in the meantime, she was very happy at the Graff.

“What are you going to do about this Michael guy?”

Collie gave a shrug and forced a smile, doing her best not to let feelings of betrayal color her voice as she said, “Avoid him, and then probably go broke paying for lawyers.”

Because she was not giving back the Flanigan Stone. It would kill her grandmother if she did.

After Mateo followed Michael up the stairs from the basement, staying a polite distance behind him, he planted himself near the door of the stairwell.

“I’m not going back down,” Michael said.

“You said you were friends,” the kid pointed out. “Didn’t look like you were.”

“We were friends.” He was there because of that friendship but foresaw some difficulty in convincing Collie of that fact.

The kid gave a ‘whatever’ shrug and maintained his position by the door as Michael started across the lobby to the front desk. He hadn’t expected that getting the ring back would be a slam dunk, but he’d thought Collie would see the benefit of discussing the situation with him. She had to be aware that Garrett was being hassled by his father, and now that Hugh Jr. wanted to give the emerald to his new wife-to-be, there was no way Collie was going to win this battle. Through sheer stubbornness, she could drag things out, but the Hawleys would start playing rough if she didn’t give in.

Bob appeared from a door behind the desk as Michael approached and he smiled broadly. Michael did his best to smile back. The guy was super likable. “I’d like a room. Something basic.”

“Did your friend talk you into staying?” the deskman asked as his fingers tapped away on the keyboard.

“In a manner of speaking.” Michael pulled his wallet from his rear pocket.

“In that case, let me see what we have that’s a little special.”

“Oh, no,” Michael said quickly. Maybe too quickly, judging by the curious look Bob gave him. “I, uh, don’t want any special treatment. Just being here in Marietta is special enough.” He was not going to cash in on Collie’s name to get an upgrade.

“Basic it is,” Bob said, frowning at the monitor. “How long will you be staying?”

He had four days before he had to be back in Chicago for a series of meetings. “Tuesday at the latest.”

“Tuesday, it is. Are you okay with the second floor?”

“Perfect.” Michael handed over his ID and credit card and a few minutes later Bob passed a keycard across the counter.

“Thanks.” He thought about asking Bob not to tell Collie he’d checked in but decided to let things play out. She was the one with something to lose. He would simply be on the receiving end of one of Garrett’s moods when he returned, unlike Collie who was likely to be either sued or charged with a crime—whichever Garrett’s lawyer saw as the better tactic.

Collie still felt shaky when she caught up with Walker in the ballroom, where the events director was studying the tall windows as if visualizing how they’d be transformed after the staff decorated for the St. Patrick’s Day fundraising dinner dance the following day.

She turned as Collie came in the door and smiled. “Glad you could make it.”

“Angelica’s good that way.” The entire staff worked together for the benefit of the hotel, which made the Graff a pleasant place to work.

Walker motioned to a bare table with a leather portfolio sitting on it, and Collie took a seat on one of the wooden chairs.

“You majored in business and minored in art.”

This was not the opening she’d expected, although her background was no secret. She and the other members of the staff weren’t shy about sharing information about their pasts—she simply hadn’t been open about her broken engagement. “I did. I managed a gallery before I came here.”

“That’s a bit of a change, going from managing a gallery to joining a housekeeping staff.”

A wonderful change in Collie’s opinion.

“Sometimes life throws you a curve ball,” she said matter-of-factly. Sometimes you needed to leave town to escape your past, only to have your past catch up with you, which was exactly what had happened to her today.

“Rumor has it that you also have some experience staging events.”

“Only in regard to the heavy lifting. A college job.” Which she’d put on her application when she’d applied to the Graff Hotel two months ago. “I didn’t do any actual planning.”

“It’s the heavy lifting I’m concerned with.” Walker pulled the portfolio closer. “I have a full schedule for the next two months, and now a wedding has been added to it. Kind of a special request from the big boss for a friend of his.”

“Oh.” Collie didn’t know what else to say.

“April sixth.”

“That’s not much time.”

“You’re telling me. I have a fiftieth wedding anniversary party on the fourth, followed by the wedding two days later, followed by another wedding the following week.”

“Do you want me to help in some way?”

Walker opened the portfolio and pulled out a folder labeled Mason-Travois.

“The couple is flying in two days before the wedding. The rehearsal will be sandwiched in between the fiftieth and the actual wedding. We’ll be responsible for everything.”

“That’s a lot of work on short notice.”

Walker nodded, and Collie read something akin to desperation in her silver-gray eyes. “This will be my first wedding at the Graff and it came as a big surprise. While the linens and table drapes and things like that are no problem, we have an issue with centerpieces, the wedding arch, the windows. The bride wants flowers kept to a minimum. As in none.”

“She doesn’t like flowers?”

“The groom is allergic.” Walker bit back another sigh. “Flowers would have made everything so much easier. However, he is allergic and he’s a friend of our big boss, David Reyes…” Her voice trailed off as she reached across the table to put her hand on top of Collie’s. “I guess what I’m asking is, did your minor in art involve any kind of arts and crafts?”

Collie felt like laughing, because this was something she could help with. Something that might take her mind off her inevitable clash with the Hawleys. And Michael. “I’m handy.”

Walker’s chin dropped as she let out a relieved breath. “Thank goodness.” She looked up again. “What I meant, of course, is will you consider helping me if I can free up some morning hours with Angelica?”

“Certainly.” She cleared her throat then. “But, I have to be honest and tell you that I can’t volunteer any after-hours time until March twenty-fourth. After that, I’d be happy to.”

“What’s March twenty-fourth, if you don’t mind me prying?”

Marietta was a small town, which Collie understood to mean few secrets. “I’m working a second job. An independent cleaning contract. I’m hoping it’ll lead to others.”

“So, you are using your business degree.”

“As well as my scrubbing muscles.”

Walker laughed, then opened the folder. “I’m only interested in your art abilities, during regular working hours. I’ll figure something out with Angelica.”

“Then I’ll be happy to help in any way I can.”

“And I will be happy to put you to work.” She closed the folder. “Let’s meet again early next week. If you could research some ideas, I’ll do the same and we’ll put our heads together.”

“Sounds good.”

Collie got to her feet and started for the tall double doors, even though she was reluctant to leave the ballroom and quite possibly run into Michael again. She fully intended to talk to the man if he hung around town, but she was going to do it on her terms at a time she chose.

That time was not now.

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