“Be nice,” I muttered, digging out my phone.
“Not likely,” she retorted with defiant sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes and started to call Tammy while the driver stowed our luggage in the back. “She’s not answering.”
“Of course she’s not answering. She knows I’m with you,” Marie added.
Ryan knew how much this dissension bothered me, having these moody, snippy attitudes floating around between what used to be the greatest of friends. I could only hope that it was the stress Tammy was going through making her crazy.
“I have to fix this,” I groaned.
“Why?” Marie snapped. “She wanted to have the bragging rights that Ryan was going to be in her wedding. This is her mess, not yours. She should have kept her damn mouth shut.”
“I agree,” Ryan muttered. “This isn’t your problem, Tar.”
I mostly agreed with them. Stilll. . . “When we get to the hotel, I’m going to try to call Pete. He has a right to know what’s going on, especially if there’s any chance his wedding might get ruined.”
The look in Ryan’s eyes said that it was already too late to prevent that.
The view coming up to the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Lake Tahoe was spectacular. The tall pines, majestic mountains, and impressive hotel complex beckoned us to come and enjoy luxury at its finest. Inside, a massive stacked-stone fireplace took central stage, towering from floor to “fifty-five feet tall,” as I had been informed by the concierge.
We were directed to a private floor, entering the most lavish suite I’d ever seen.
“Wow,” Marie breathed out. “I’m so glad you’re my friend,” she said to Ryan.
He smiled and took my bag off my shoulder.
Our suite had huge windows with gorgeous views of the mountains. Only one person we knew who would know how to find this sort of decadence. “Andrea?” Ryan winked. “Yep.”
“That girl needs a huge raise.”
“Who’s Andrea?” Marie asked, wandering around in a tight circle so she wouldn’t miss anything.
“She’s the goddess of all travel agents,” Ryan answered. “There are supposed to be two master bedrooms. Pick one. Mike and I will be here drinking this complimentary bottle of cognac while you ladies decide.” Marie and I wandered from room to room. “This place is bigger than the apartment,” she breathed.
I felt the elation hit my toes when I saw the extensive tiled shower stall. “I know.”
“I love having rich celebrities as friends,” she muttered, petting one of the white, fluffy towels folded on the counter as if it were alive.
“When is Joe coming here?” she asked.
“Tomorrow. He’s bringing the wife and kids.”
She wandered into another room that looked like a small living room or a den with a gorgeous view of the barren ski slopes.
“Why aren’t you going to his house?” My fingers skated over all the rich fabrics as I followed her path. Even the draperies were luxurious. “Ryan wanted neutral ground, but by the looks of this place, he’s got the upper hand. He also didn’t want a public meeting in case things didn’t turn out so well. It’s Ryan’s version of controlling the situation.”
We wandered through the central living room, checking out the other side of the suite, getting lascivious smiles from the boys on our way through.
Marie breathed out a curse. “With accom-modations like this, Ryan can get his control freak on any day he likes, as far as I’m concerned.”
“I’m calling dibs on this room.”
“Fine. They’re pretty much identical anyway. I’m glad there’s a huge room separating us.” She gave me a nudge. “Just try to keep it down tonight, all right?”
I followed her out, noting that just looking at Ryan, standing there in a plain gray tee untucked from his jeans, was enough to make my heart skip a beat. “Marie, what say we make a bet?”
She turned, confused at first, before she caught on. “What kind of bet, Taryn?”
“First woman to fold.”
Mike barked out a hearty laugh.
I put on my most confident smirk, even though I was actually quite tired. “I’ve got two hundred in cash. Men can keep the time.”
Ryan drummed his hands on the raised bar. “Yes! Now we’re talking. I like where your head’s at, hon.”
Marie whipped her head around, looking for some support from Mike. I knew she didn’t have two hundred dollars on her but Mike’s reassuring nod said that he did.