I whimper.
If Theo gets arrestedat his wedding—you know what?
If Theo gets arrested at his wedding, he’ll post bail, he’ll make it to his reception late, and Laney will laugh her ass off every time she tells the story of her wedding to anyone for the rest of her life.
She knows who she’s marrying.
“And the happy couple is heading to their reception,” Zen adds.
A relieved breath whooshes out of me.
Dad too. I can see his shoulders relax.
“Will everyone ask questions?” I whisper. While the wedding was small, the whole town is invited to pop in to the reception.
Provided they know the passcode for the speakeasy.
“No,” Zen says.
“Because Sabrina will give them the glare?”
“Em, babe, I love you to pieces, which is why I’m here helping you instead of yelling thatyou should’ve fucking told us—sorry, Bash—about your sperm donor. So when I tell you it’ll give Sabrina joy to give the gossip glare to every single person who looks at you sideways, you need to fucking listen. Sorry again, Bash.”
“Duck duck goo!” Bash cries.
“My favorite game,” Zen says. “Mr. M., let’s get this bridesmaid to a wedding reception.”
10
Jonas
Until today,the only times in my life I’ve been racked in the balls, it’s all been staged.
Taking a blow to the nuts hurts a lot more when it happens for real.
Taking a blow to the ego might hurt more. “I met Emma Monroe on her honeymoon,” I tell the sheriff for the sixth time.
“Emma Monroe didn’t have a honeymoon,” the stern-faced woman across from me replies.
“She took it solo after her wedding didn’t happen.”
“She never mentioned you.”
“I don’t think she wanted a lot of public attention back then.”
“What makes you think she wants public attention now?”
She shoots, she scores. “Apologies. I should’ve thought of that. I was driving through and thought I spotted her, and figured I’d say hi.”
“And interrupt a wedding.”
“It was over.”
I smile.
The sheriff does not smile back.
“Could I get a new bag of ice?” I ask.
