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“I have some ideas. I did a little web searching last night.”
His eyebrows lifted.
It was all the encouragement I needed. I dragged my phone out of my back pocket and opened my browser. “Okay. So my first thought was the arboretum. They have these amazing columns from the first supreme court building. How cool would it be to set up tables there? Maybe set aside some space on the lawn for dancing?”
Cody took my phone and zoomed the image. He cocked his head to the side as he scrolled the page. “It’s all outside?”
I nodded.
He handed the phone back. “In December.”
“Yeah. That’s a potential issue. We could rent heaters and maybe use a tent for the dancing…” I trailed off as I studied his expression. “Or not. Okay. That’s fine. Nothing outside.”
“I’m sorry. I think it’s great. And maybe it’s worth suggesting for the summer event—which I’m seriously hoping I’m not going to be in charge of—but I just can’t see risking it for December.”
“All right.” I closed that tab and moved to the next one. “The Torpedo Factory.”
His eyebrows lifted, and he reached for the phone. “Just down by the river here in Old Town?”
I nodded. “That’s the one.”
“They do events there? It’s just artist stuff.”
I snickered. Artist stuff was exactly how I imagined Cody would classify the gallery and studio space that took up the historic building. “They do events there, yes. The galleries and studios are closed, but you can still see the window displays. It’s a lovely space. I know several high schools use it for prom every year. Pretty sure it holds around three hundred easily.”
“Hmm. If the weather was nice, people could go outside and see the river.”
I nodded. “And if it’s not nice, the venue is large enough for people to be reasonably spread out so they can mix and mingle. Even if they don’t want to dance.”
“I like it.” Cody’s forehead scrunched up.
“What?”
“Just trying to think of any negatives.”
I sipped my coffee and tried to think. “It’s not in DC. Do you think that matters?”
“Nah. We have the summer one all over the place. They did it at Mount Vernon two years ago. As long as we’re in the metro area, no one seems to care.” Cody shot me a hopeful look. “I don’t suppose you know if they’re available still?”
“I don’t. I didn’t want to reach out to anyone before you were sure about it.” I held my hand out for my phone. “Let’s give them a call. It’s Saturday, so we might not get an answer until Monday, but it’s worth a try.”
“Okay. I can do it. I’ve got the spiel down after yesterday.”
I laughed. “All right. While you do that, I’m going to go grab a notepad.”
I set my coffee on the floor by my chair and stood. I watched as Cody navigated to the Torpedo Factory web page, and then, content that he had it under control, made my way back to my office. I’d spent a little time last night writing down ideas for the invites after I got home from the bookstore and the weekly girls’ night that took place here on Fridays while the guys played poker.
I put my hands on my hips and frowned at my desk. Where had I put the notebook? With a sigh, I started opening drawers. I’d brought it this morning, hadn’t I?
I closed my eyes and visualized myself getting ready. I’d definitely put the notebook in my purse. And when I got here, I’d pulled it out and…oh! I went to the counter up front and looked on the shelf under the register. There it was.
I snagged it and strode back to the seats.
Cody was just putting his phone down.
“Well?”
“Left a message. But her recording said she usually checks in over the weekends, so I gave her the dates and everything. We’ll go from there. Hopefully, she can get back to me and I can get on with the save-the-dates and all that.”
