‘Why is it not impossible?’

‘Anna says she wants pink tulle?’

‘So?’ The laughter was gone now, and she could see why he was also described as one of the world’s best businessmen. She could see the intelligence…the focus.

‘So we could give her a country wedding. Kylie-style. It would be so unexpected that she’d love it.’

‘We could put on a country dance,’ Jack contributed. ‘It’s great weather this time of year. Haul some hay bales out into the paddock for seats, some more for a bar, and shove a keg on the back of the truck.’

‘Keg?’ Guy asked faintly.

‘Fosters,’ Jack told him. ‘Gotta be Fosters.’

‘He means beer,’ Jenny told him, putting him out of his misery. ‘I don’t think this crowd would be happy with only beer.’

‘Drink’s the least of my problems.’

‘So what’s your problem?’

‘Finding clothes for the wedding party in ten days. Sourcing food. Finding staff to wait on tables and clear up afterwards.’

‘Piece of cake,’ Jenny said, and then thought that was stupid. What was she letting herself in for?

‘How is it a piece of cake?’

‘Make Kylie’s wedding the first Australian Carver Wedding and I’ll tell you.’

‘Kylie doesn’t want a Carver Wedding.’

‘You’re making huge assumptions here,’ she flashed, and Henry stirred and looked up at his mother in surprise. Lorna shifted her wheelchair sideways so she could take his weight, and he moved his allegiance to his grandmother. As if he wasn’t quite sure who his mother was any more. ‘What’s the difference between Anna and Kylie?’ she demanded. ‘Career choice and money. Nothing more. Kylie’s got herself pregnant, but Anna ended up in drug rehab. Two kids getting married. Kylie does want a Carver Wedding, and she asked first.’

‘You’d seriously make me-’

‘No one’s making you do anything,’ she told him. ‘Including staying at our dinner table.’

‘You’re telling me to leave?’