Swinging on a Star Read Online Free

and gave it a squeeze. I patted her hand and led the way down the front steps and around the side of the facility to the courtyard out back.
    Marian whispered in my ear, “What do you think, Bella? Isn’t he heavenly?”
    Looking back, I nodded. “Yeah, pretty heavenly. But remember, Marian, I’ve already got a star in D.J., so nothing else really comes close.”
    She patted my arm and nodded. “Oh, I know. I wasn’t suggesting anything. It’s just so exciting to have him here.”
    To say the very least.
    When we arrived at the spot where the castle would be placed, Brock let out a whistle. “Wow, this is a great area. Kind of reminds me of the side yard at my house in Malibu.”
    Well, of course it does.
    “Thanks,” I managed. “Quite a few weddings have been performed out here. One of our most recent was a country-western themed one. It was a lot of fun.” Boy, had it ever been! The night was forever engrained in my memory.
    “Oh, that’s ironic.” Brock grinned. “The movie I’ve been shooting in Austin is sort of a twist on the old cowboy theme. They’ve had me wearing boots and jeans and speaking in a drawl.” He dragged out the word duh-rawl , and I laughed. For a second there, he sounded just like D.J. Of course, that’s where the similarities ended. Handsome as he was, Brock couldn’t hold a candle to my honey. Sure, the voice was more polished. And yes, the clothes were more expensive—unbelievably so— but clothes didn’t make the man.
    “I think you’ll be impressed with the set design people we’ve hired for this wedding,” I told Brock as I snapped back to attention. “Very professional. And from what I can tell looking at the photographs from other events they’ve done, you actually feel like you’ve walked into a genuine medieval castle. A real step back in time.” Unless you count the Food Network trucks in the background. They’re pretty modern looking, I’m sure. Forcing a smile, I continued. “So, you should feel right at home.”
    “Especially in the costume you’ll be wearing.” Rob jabbed Brock in the ribs, and he groaned.
    “Trust me, this will be the first time in my acting career I’ve worn tights.” Brock grimaced at the word tights , which provoked a few guffaws from the rest of us. I hadn’t thought about the costumes as being an issue for the groomsmen, but maybe so. And how funny. This was the second time in two days I’d heard some poor guy complain about a costume-related issue.
    “C’mon now,” Rob said with an encouraging smile. “They’re not exactly tights. They’re just, well, stretchy pants. Under a long shirt. And besides, you played a pirate in a movie once, right? You’ve worn stuff like this before.”
    Brock groaned again. “That was different. Those were real pants.”
    “Well, it might be different from what you’re used to,” I said, “but remember, you won’t be the only one. All of the men in the ceremony—and all of the servers too—will be dressed in full-out medieval attire, so you’ll be in good company.”
    “And half the guests are coming in medieval attire,” Marian said. “You’d stick out more in regular clothes, trust me.”
    Hadn’t I said the same thing to Bubba just yesterday?
    “Still . . .” Brock shuddered. “I’m trying to imagine what’ll happen if the paparazzi happen to wander in on us.”
    “They won’t.” Marian looked my way. “Bella’s got this completely under control. Right?”
    I swallowed hard and forced another smile. “Yes, but I think we need to go inside and talk through some security issues. I’m assuming you’ll want to hire private security guards, right?”
    “I don’t think that’s necessary.” Brock shrugged. “I’ll just keep an eye out for paparazzi and stay on the down-low.” He went into a story about something that happened at the last private party he’d attended, and before long we all looked concerned.
    “Let me know if you change your mind,” I