Neither of them planned for this.

Fern:

I’ve orchestrated dozens of perfect weddings, but planning my cousin’s lavish seaside ceremony might be my breaking point.

Between demanding relatives and last-minute disasters, I’m close to losing my mind.

The only bright spot is the quiet, watchful man stationed near the doors.

The second I see Jackson, I forget all about floral arrangements and the stress of my job.

When he looks at me, I feel things that I've never felt before.

He’s a Navy SEAL, a man built for danger and discipline, and for some reason, every time I smile at him, his jaw tightens like I’m a problem he can’t solve.

I tell myself not to care, that a man like him would never be interested in me, but I can't seem to help myself.

I want the sexy SEAL.

I just have no idea how to make that happen.

Jackson:

I’m only doing security at this fancy coastal wedding as a favor to my friend.

The job is supposed to be easy.

Just smile. Scan the exits. Stay professional.

That was the plan… until I see her.

Fern, with her warm eyes, mouthwatering curves, and sugar-sweet smiles.

One look and I know I don’t just want a week with her.

I want everything.

Now I just need to convince her that we’re meant to be and that the next wedding she’s planning needs to be ours.