Tweet Me by Desiree Holt

Chapter One
    “I’m glad we ran into each other today.”
    Avery Kurtz looked up at the woman standing beside her table in Havva Cup. “Yes. Fortunate.” The woman was a referral and those were always golden so she couldn’t exactly turn her down. “Okay, let me know when you want to get together. Tweet me with a couple of dates, and we’ll see what works.”
    And I’ll hope to the lord I can fit it in. Whoever thought there could be such a thing as too much success?
    The woman nodded. “I still have your Twitter handle. You’ll be hearing from me.”
    “Why don’t you use texting or emails like normal people,” her friend Janice Ferguson asked, breaking off a piece of her chocolate croissant. “You tell everyone to tweet you.”
    “It works for me. All my tweets come into one feed, and I can just go down the list answering them. I don’t have to get out of one email or message and into another. I don’t follow anyone, and if someone tries to follow me I just block them.”
    Janice shook her head. “Whatever works, I guess.”
    “And this works fine for me. Now.” She stared across the little table at her best friend. “I’ll ask you again. Are you crazy?”
    Janice grinned. “Crazy in love. Crazy to make this special.”
    Avery shook her head. “This has to be one of your more insane ideas. You want to have your wedding on Valentine’s Day?”
    “Come on, Avery. It’s the most romantic day of the year, so what better time to tie the knot?”
    Maybe for everyone else, but not for me. No romance in my life. I’m done with it.
    “I thought you wanted a June wedding,” Avery reminded her, taking a fortifying sip of her latte.
    “Will and I talked about it last night and decided we wanted to celebrate with Cupid.”
    “Let me get this straight. You think I—or anyone—can pull together a wedding for two hundred people in three weeks instead of five months? Are you crazy?” She drained her coffee cup, wishing she had something a little stronger.
    Janice fluttered her hands in the air. “Oh, we’re willing to make changes. We’ll cut the guest list way down. You can figure out a cute way to deliver the invites. And we managed to already get the venue.”
    Avery frowned. This was news to her. All her clients checked with her before booking anything. Did Janice think the rules didn’t apply to her?
    “Where?” she asked. “I didn’t think there was a bar stool left vacant for Valentine’s Day.”
    “The Promenade is one of Will’s clients.” Janice grinned. “He pleaded his case to one of the owners, and luckily, they were able to reschedule an event the board had planned.”
    Avery’s jaw dropped. The Promenade was one of the most prestigious hotels in the city, known for its quiet elegance, old world charm, and the latest word in everything. Avery knew Will had taken over some of the major accounts at the law firm when he made partner the year before, but wow! Just wow!
    “Just like that?”
    Janice nodded. “Apparently so.” Her face took on a dreamy look. “Will said he told the man he really needed to make the special woman in his life happy.”
    “Either the owner is a real romantic,” Avery commented, “or Will does a hell of a job for them.”
    Janice lifted a shoulder. “I like to think it’s both. So what do you say?”
    Avery signaled the waitress and pointed to her empty mug. “I say I also have two other parties going on that day.”
    “That’s what you have assistants for,” Janice reminded her and winked. “Right?”
    Avery didn’t know whether to laugh or throw up. Yes, she had two really great assistants. Her event firm had grown that much in the past five years. Yes, she was used to juggling multiple venues and events. But holy cow!
    “Are you trying to drive me crazy?” She smiled to take the sting out of the question.
    “Come on.” Janice leaned forward on the table. “Would I get married and not have my best friend handle the whole thing?