The Perfect FitBy: Kenna Avery Wood
Keller Weddings Book Two
Fitz jotted the words on a notepad he pulled from his jacket pocket. Main Street Park Creek was just as close to perfect as it could get. Cute town, tight community, ideal wedding venue.
“Shit.” He frowned when his pen ran out of ink.
Fantastic. Just what he needed. As if it wasn’t bad enough he had to be in perfect Park Creek, covering the perfect wedding planning company and all their perfect brides and grooms.
Fitz shoved the pen and notepad back in his pocket and decided to make use of his powers of observation instead. Despite his irritation, the town did have its own special charm. And he was a day early—might as well take his time. Get a feel for the place.
It wasn’t the best story assignment he’d ever gotten—in fact, far from it. But it could be worse. The parent company of the travel magazine he wrote for merging with the same one who owned a wedding magazine was a smart move. But that didn’t mean he enjoyed being a team player. They hadn’t asked so much as told him to cover this story, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Headquarters for Keller Wedding Consultants sat down the row of storefronts on his left, sandwiched between the bakery and flower shop. All three had baskets of flowers and inviting benches set out front. The storefronts looked more like cottages than businesses. More charm.
In fact, he didn’t know why Kiss the Bride! magazine hadn’t found this place sooner. They were going to eat this up.
He gazed across the street. Keller Designs. The last piece of the puzzle. This family had it pretty much covered, didn’t they? Flowers, cakes, dresses, and as far as he understood, the only male in the family acted as photographer.
Fitz shook his head, his lip quirking. Family business. He wouldn’t be caught dead working for his mother. Or his father. And he had no siblings to speak of—not that he’d consider working with them either.
He watched a handful of giggling women exit Keller Wedding Consultants. Half walked to the flower shop and the other half to the bakery. He stepped off the curb and strolled over to Keller Designs instead. It didn’t look as busy. He might as well get a head start. The sooner he got the information for this article, the sooner he could get back to his real job.
A soft chime above the door tinkled when he walked through. He heard the sound of laughter and then saw a woman peek out from behind a display where she stood with two other women.
“I’ll be with you in a moment,” she said, dimples flashing.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. No problem at all. He pretended to browse, listening as she talked with the women, laughter in her voice. And when he caught another glimpse of her, long legs, strong shoulders, and those dimples again, he froze.
Damn. How long had it been since he’d felt that zap of attraction? Too long.
He searched his mind for her name. Sunny? No, Summer. That’s right. She had to be Summer. The youngest of the Keller children. And far too attractive to be unattached.
He found himself leaning around a mannequin to try to see her hand. Married? No, wait, he’d read that, too. None of the children were married, though they all helped run the wedding planning company.
Fitz smiled. Interesting. And maybe an angle he could work.
Then he checked that thought. No, he was writing an article about the business, and the editors probably weren’t after the juicy details. They wanted to know how Mrs. Keller had gotten the place up and running, learn more about each of the businesses within the business, and maybe a couple stories about their bigger weddings. They’d play it up with photos, too. The family all together. Each of the stores. A shot or two of a cake, a centerpiece, a dress, the venue—which he heard was a barn.
Still, it was a pretty good spread. The article would probably boost business for the family at the very least.
“This one,” Summer said to the women. “It’s perfect. Magical.”
Magical? Sounded like a line. But a sale was a sale, right?
“You should try on the rest, too, though,” the older woman said. Probably the mother of the bride. “Just in case.”
“Of course,” Summer said. “Let me get you set up in the room on the end here.”