“Does the location really matter?”
“Uh, yeah.”
My brother is quiet, his hand hanging low.
“Okay, so you got a job offer. I’m still not understanding what she’s so pissed about?”
He shrugs his shoulders with what seems like guilt.
“Kyle, did you actually take the job without telling your wife?”
“Not exactly.”
“Tell me what you didexactly.”
“I told Mateo that I’d fly out to discuss the possibility after the wedding.”
“And she knew nothing about that?”
“What sense did it make for me to talk about it? You know how she is. We were knee deep in wedding plans, and I’m going to give her one more thing to be anxious about?”
“When it’s about her possibly having to move across the country after she becomes your bride? Yes, Kyle! Are you insane?”
“I was going to tell her.”
“Sure, but instead she found out this way.”
“Yeah, and then she started screaming and throwing things in our suite and then she left. I think she’s in her parents’ room or maybe walking around the property. I don’t know.”
“Did you go look for her?” I ask incredulously. “You need to try to explain yourself.”
“I’ve never seen her this angry, Kay. I think she means it. She doesn’t want to marry me tomorrow, or maybe ever.”
“It’s okay, Kyle,” I sigh and reach out to hug my brother because it’s obvious he’s hurting. “You can explain it to her. I’m sure she just needs a second to cool down.”
“I don’t know, Kay. I’m scared. I don’t think she’s ever going to forgive me.”
“She will,” I say, hoping I’m right. “Just give her some time.”
He looks up at me, his eyes filled with tears. “Do you really think so?”
“Yeah,” I say, giving him a reassuring smile. “I promise. I’ll help you fix this.”
“You will?”
“Absolutely, that’s what a best woman does. I’ll go look for her right now.”
“Thanks, baby sis’. I knew I could count on you.”
***
I’m calling Brick’s cell phone but it goes straight to voicemail, so I cross the hallway and knock on his door, but there’s no answer. I want him to help me find Dena and talk some sense into her, but I can’t find him either. I head downstairs to the lobby and don’t see him in any of the dining areas or lobby bars, but I hear some cheers coming from the small hotel casino that catches my attention. Brick is at the craps table and rolling the die and evidently the cheers are because he keeps rolling numbers that the other gamblers at the table are happy about.
“Yo Eleven,” the dealer announces.
“Woohoo!”
The cheers grow even louder as a woman standing next to Brick pats his back to celebrate.
