“You’re going to ruin all my work.” “I didn’t realize being producer meant dressing your star.” He tipped his head back so she could get closer to straighten the tie. “My job is to make sure this all goes the way it’s supposed to.” She smoothed it down his chest and patted it softly. “There. Perfect.” Rick took her hand in his and let them rest against his chest. “Do you think Mrs. Allyn could be here?” “Your mother’s out there somewhere.” When he opened his mouth to protest, she winked and squeezed his hand. “Your future wife is definitely here. What do you think?” “I hope so.” He had twenty-four women waiting in the VFW hall, there for the sole purpose of meeting him. Trying to win his affection. His future wife could be out in that room while he stayed in the kitchen waiting for his cue. He was ready. Wasn’t he?
