Chapter 92

BECCA

“Everything is perfect,” Darcy, my wedding planner, chirps through the speaker. I’ve got the phone wedged between my shoulder and ear as I wrestle with the key card to the suite. It takes three tries before the light finally turns green.

The moment I get the door open, I wave Tonia off with a tired smile—bless her, she’s been glued to my side all day—and kick the door shut behind me, letting the exhaustion finally settle in.

“I do apologize again for the delay with the flowers,” Darcy continues. “But everything’s in place now. The camera crew arrived about an hour ago. They did a few test shots and everything’s working perfectly.”

“That’s a relief, Darcy. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.” I rub at the knot in my shoulder, biting back a sigh. The suite is silent, empty. Zane’s probably still out drinking with his friends.

And for once, that’s not the part bothering me.

Stone’s abrupt disappearance felt like the first clean breat