“I know,” Callie said, “It’s nothing. Sorry, this is really incredible. It will be great to get away from work and all of the insanity of planning for a while.” Callie’s time with Logan had changed her. Charlotte could see it clear as day. In the past, Callie would have been the one pushing for crazier plans and trying to get everyone involved as much as possible, but it was plain on her face how much she missed her fiance. Charlotte thought it was sweet, more than anything, the way they seemed to fall apart when they were away from each other for more than a few hours. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must feel like to love someone like that, but she did know what it meant to be a friend, and she knew what Callie needed.
Charlotte slid up on the seat and knocked on the glass divider, as it slowly lowered, she said, “Driver, turn around. We’re heading to Georgetown.”
Amy and Vi turned their attention to her, “Oh?” they asked in unison.
“Last minute change in plans, ladies. We have at least one stop to make before we head off on this trip.”
“One of the benefits of having your own jet is that you don’t have to worry about missing the gate,” Amy said, shrugging her shoulders.
Charlotte reached into her purse and pulled out a blindfold. “This was supposed to hide the big reveal of the jet, but instead, I guess we’ll have to use it for something else. She watched Callie pull it on, then she typed out their destination on her phone and handed it to Amy. Amy and Vi both nodded.
Half an hour later, they were parked outside the hottest new bar in Georgetown: District. The place was packed on a nightly basis. It was a good thing they knew the owner. Charlotte opened the door to the limo and helped Callie out onto the sidewalk. “We’re here,” she said. “I hope you like our detour.” As she led Callie inside, Charlotte spotted Logan across the room. He was standing at the bar, raising a drink with the rest of his bachelor party. Charlotte recognized him and Ethan immediately. She knew that the older man between them must have been Logan’s dad, Hank, but there was one other person standing next to Logan, facing away. What was his name again? As he turned around and Charlotte saw him for the first time, her heart skipped a beat. He had deep blue eyes, dark brown hair, and he was gorgeous. Jack, she thought. That must be Jack Coburn.
Charlotte shook out of her stupor and led Callie across the room to the bar, placing her hand down against the bar itself. “Callie,” she said, waving Logan and his party over. “Your sister, your aunt and I wanted to think of the best present we could give you for your wedding. We wanted to give you the best, most memorable night we could imagine. We came up with a few amazing ideas, but I think this one is the best. Go ahead, take off your blindfold. I think you’ll be very happy.”
Callie slowly pulled the blindfold off, she looked down at the bar and then up at Logan. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around him. “Best gift ever!” she said as she kissed him. Charlotte turned to Amy and Vi. She had just brushed aside weeks of planning, and it couldn’t have been a better choice. She watched Callie basking in Logan’s attention, talking with the members of his party. Her time with Logan really had changed her. It had softened her, which was a good thing. There was a time, not so long ago, when all Callie thought about was work. Before she met Logan, she couldn’t even go out unless it was for a case. Charlotte watched her and was so happy for how far she had come. She wondered if Callie would keep working after the wedding. She wondered what would happen as Callie and Logan started a family together and got deeper into their own lives. Meanwhile Charlotte would be trying to put her own life back together. She had been putting it off until the wedding, but she needed to find a new job, and she needed to find a new roommate.#p#分页标题#e#
Vi stepped up next to Charlotte and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Hey Red. What do you say we order a few drinks and divvy up the groomsmen? I’ve got an eye on that sharp-looking fella with the flag pin on his lapel.”
“Vi,” Amy butted in, “that’s Jack Coburn.”
“I don’t care who he is. He’s a looker. A rose by any other name,” Vi replied. “Is he single?”
“Yes, unfortunately,” Amy said. “It’s not helping his senate campaign much.”
“That sounds like a stroke of luck to me,” Vi said, “or at least for one of us.” She ribbed Charlotte with her elbow.
Amy’s eyes darted from Charlotte to Jack and back to Charlotte. “Hmm,” she said, “I’ll be right back.”