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for you during the day, if that's what you're worried about.”
    “And what if you were working through the day during the digging phase?”
    “Two days. Tops.”
    “In that case, what we'll do is close the country club for two days and I'll have you do the bulk of the work on the pool during that time. I don't want to close it for much more than that, but forty-eight hours isn't going to do any damage. I’ll check regarding the concrete. If we have it ready, could it be poured nearly at the same time?”
    “Close.” Roger marked the plan in his calendar and tucked the smartphone away again. “Sounds good, boss. Anything else you need?”
    Mark shook his head. “That should be it for now. Thank you, Roger.”
    “No problem.” Roger smiled. Mark was clearly keeping his workers busy.
    Turning away, Mark walked back toward the club, ducking under the rope again and then heading back up toward the clubhouse. The sound of the machinery receded behind him.
    ***
    He found Erica up in their rooms, sitting on the couch with a stack of magazines on the coffee table in front of her and a mug of steaming tea in her hand. Several of the magazines were open in front of her, and as he got closer Mark could see that they were all bridal magazines, full of pictures of smiling women in wedding gowns and cakes layered high and covered in white frosting and flowers.
    “Planning?” he asked, stepping up behind her and wrapping his hands over her shoulders, working his thumbs against the back of them to feel her melt against him as the massage eased tension from her muscles.
    “Deciding what kind of wedding I want to have,” she answered, tipping her head back to look up at him.
    Mark leaned over and stole a quick kiss. “Any ideas yet?”
    “Something classic, I think,” she said, head dipping forward again so that he could rub the back of her neck. “Maybe golf-themed. Although we're already on a golf course. I'm not sure how much golf we can stuff into one reception.”
    “Probably a lot,” Mark said, grinning down at the crown of her head. “Golf tee name card holders. Tiered golf course cake. Golf-themed drinks at the open bar...”
    “Okay,” Erica laughed. “No. I've changed my mind. No golf-themed wedding.”
    “What, you don't like my ideas?” Mark made his voice sound just hurt enough that she would know he was teasing her.
    Erica twisted around to look at him, dislodging his hands from her shoulders. “I might like them if you were serious about it. But it does seem like an overload of golf to have a golf-themed wedding at a country club with a golf course.”
    “Is there really any such thing as an overload of golf?” Mark asked as he came around the side of the couch to sit down on it with Erica.
    “There definitely is,” she answered. “And I think you hit it.” She looked down at the magazines again, setting down the mug she'd been holding, onto a coaster. “What if we didn't do a themed wedding at all? Just something based on colors? Gold and green, maybe. Or gold and pink. I like those combinations.”
    “I think it's really up to you, babe,” Mark said. “I'm not really a designer. Which, by the way, I thought you mentioned hiring to keep the planning from being too stressful.”
    “Oh, I’m going to hire one. I just want to know what I'm looking for first, because who we want to design the wedding will depend on the style we're going for.” Her voice was a little distant, half her attention on the magazine that she was flipping through. “Especially in New York. There are so many options for wedding planners. We could stress ourselves out more looking for one than we would planning the wedding ourselves if we don't narrow down the field.”
    “I'll trust your expertise on that,” Mark said.
    “You should trust my expertise on everything,” Erica answered, looking away from the magazine to grin at him.
    “Is this the start of those 'wife is always right' days?” Mark protested. “If