Evelyn interjects, "The Reserve doesn't do weddings during the holidays. They make too much from the lights."

"If Georgia wants it there, Sebastian needs to go negotiate. It should be what she wants," Ava stresses.

"No. I don't want him overpaying for something," I insist again.

"But it's perfect," Paisley whines.

"You'd love it," Willow adds.

"You seriously don't need to worry about the money," Evelyn claims.

"I don't want Sebastian..." Suddenly, the idea comes to me. I inquire, "Why can't we just have it here on the ranch?"

Everyone exchanges glances.

Sebastian states, "I think that's a great idea."

"You do?"

He nods. "Yeah, actually, it's perfect."

Ruby excitedly claims, "I've always wanted a wedding here."

Paisley notes, "Sebastian, do you remember when you were engaged to Molly, and you wanted your wedding here? She was appalled by the idea."

"She's such a snob, especially when she grew up here," Evelyn remarks.

Sebastian shoots them dirty looks, asking, "Can you two shut up, please?"

"Whatever." Paisley smirks.

Evelyn rolls her eyes, muttering, "Always so sensitive."

Sebastian rises and then leans over me. My heart beats faster, and my pulse creeps up. His intoxicating signature scent flares around me, making me slightly dizzy. He pins his blues to mine and questions, "Is that what you want? To get married here?"

My insides quiver as tingles move faster through my cells. I nod. "Yes. That sounds perfect."

Satisfaction washes over his expression. He gives me a chaste kiss, smiles, and offers, "Well, whatever you want, you can have, Sunshine. I'll show you the spot I think you'll like, later this afternoon." He winks, lingering a bit and keeping his intense gaze on mine.

Paisley clears her throat really loudly, pulling us out of our heated stare.

Sebastian stands straight, announcing, "I'll leave the rest of it to you ladies. I better go help my brothers."

He refocuses on me, drags his eyes over my body, then licks his lips.

My insides turn to lava, ready to boil over.

Right when I think I can't take his gaze anymore, he squeezes my shoulder and leaves.

Oh my gosh.

How does he do that?

Does he know what he's doing to me?

Of course he does. He does it on purpose.

His sisters and mom go into more details about the wedding and pull up pictures of decorations and other wedding ideas on the internet.

I barely hear them, having a hard time thinking about anything but Sebastian. I agree to things I don't even care about but that seem important to them. And the longer it goes on, the more nervous I become.

This is happening.

Six days and I'll be Mrs. Sebastian Cartwright.

Not even for a month, I remind myself, and I'm surprised by the disappointment filling me. It mixes with excitement, which I also reprimand myself for.