“You don’t have some crucial wedding task to accomplish or something?” He was grinning when he said this.

She laughed. “No. I mean, Stuart will be disappointed, but he’ll understand. We’ve already taken care of a lot of it.”

“Should I send the jet?”

“Only if you have to. I’d rather try to get on a business class tonight or tomorrow morning out of Denver. See what you can find, book it, and set up a meeting with London for as soon as you can after I land. I want to go right to them.”

“Okay. I’ll text you the details.”

“Thanks, Ted.”

“And Ryann? Don’t worry about it, okay? Whatever happens, I support you. So do a lot of us. A bunch of us were really impressed that you took this risk. It was, no, is worth the gamble.”

“Thanks.”

They logged off, and she closed her laptop, too tired of it all to worry about her email or anything else. After all, this might be her last week of gainful employment. What difference did a few emails make?

She stood up and went to her minibar, opening it for the first time. She pulled out the mini bottle of Jameson and poured the entire thing into a little glass, draining it all at once. She caught sight of herself in one of the heart-shaped mirrors on the wall and almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. She should never have left New York.

Someone knocked on the door, and she flinched. “Yes.”

“Hey, lady, it’s me!” Stuart replied.

She checked her watch and then went to the door, opening it for him. “You’re early.”

He swept his gaze over her and whistled, long and low. “Wow! Look at you. Dressed up like the boss bitch you are.” He handed her a coffee. “And I’m only twenty minutes early.”

“I was going to change first.”

“Uh-huh—no way,” he said. “Keep that outfit on.”

“Why?”

“Well, after the studio tour, you’re going with Maddie to a caterer. One look at you dressed like that, and no one would give you two a hard time.”

“Stuart, all of the vendors have been perfectly courteous to date. Everyone’s been lovely, in fact, at all of the places we’ve been. I mean, the lady at the party rentals Saturday was a little brusque, but I don’t think it had anything to do with us.”

“Yeah, but who knows? Maybe you’ll get a deal if they think you’re rich and powerful. I mean, you are, but if they can see it when you walk in the door…”

She laughed. “Okay, okay. It’s easier than changing, anyway.”

She walked across the room and set her glass down. Stuart, seeing this and the empty bottle, raised his eyebrows.

“Tough morning?”

“The worst.”

“Wanna talk about it?”