‘Of course I have staff booked,’ she said, incensed. ‘This wedding is planned down to the last pew ribbon.’

‘We’ll use some of those resources for the Anna and Barret wedding. We’ll design the wedding for Kylie from scratch, and use the basis of Kylie’s for Anna’s. It’ll work. I’ll need to paint sets for the gangster setting. I’ll see if we can get a smoke machine from Sydney.’

‘A smoke machine…’

‘It creates the haze without the health risk. I should have everyone smoking either cigars or Gauloise, but I’ll bet you have laws preventing it.’

‘We do.’

‘There you go, then. A smoke machine it is. Now, let’s look at these dresses and see if any of them might fit without alterations.’

‘You’re good,’ she said, on a note of discovery, and Guy stopped making lists and glanced up at her.

‘You’re surprised?’

‘You said you could even cut hair?’

‘There’s nothing I haven’t been landed with in the years I’ve been building this business. I know my stuff, Jenny. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.’ He smiled at her look of scepticism. ‘You don’t need to worry,’ he said softly. ‘We’ll look after Kylie. The first Australian Carver Wedding will go off with a bang.’

‘It surely will,’ she said, awed, and then suddenly, as if she couldn’t help herself, she slipped out from behind the counter, took two steps forward and kissed him.

It was nothing like the kiss they’d shared last night. It was a kiss of gratitude, nothing more, and why it had the capacity to make him feel as if his feet weren’t quite on the ground he couldn’t say.

‘You’re making Kylie happy,’ she said softly. ‘Thank you.’

‘Think nothing of it,’ he said, or he tried to say it, but the words weren’t quite there. He was staring at Jenny as if…

He didn’t know what.

This wasn’t the type of woman that attracted him.

He hadn’t exactly been celibate since Christa had died.