“You sound like a conspiracy theorist.”
Jason sighed, staring in between Ash and Artur.
“What I’ve learned,” Artur interjected, “is that people don’t spend time helping someone they want to fail, especially if they’ve got a shit ton of stuff on their plate they’re taking time from in order to provide said help.”
“You,” Ash said, as if this had left the interrogation portion of the morning to become an intervention, “have to remember that not everybody is out to get you.It’s why you’re sounding like a conspiracy theorist.”
“Enlighten me,” Jason said as he sat back on the couch.If he was going to get the interrogation from Ash and Artur, he might as well be comfortable while he was doing it.
“Simple,” said Artur.“Conspiracy theorists spend way too much time not listening and not learning and not studying.And not paying attention to things that people are telling them, in favor of making their own giant theories to explain things.Some conspiracies are silly, some are ridiculous, and some are dangerous.I suspect you’re engaging in the silly kind that’s dangerous to you and someone who I will forget I know.”
“You’re forgetting you’ve figured out who this person is?”
Artur nodded at Ash’s statement.
“Enlighten me,” Ash said, “because I am absolutely confused and would like to know why.”
Artur shrugged, and Jason understood exactly what Artur was going to say.“Simply because if I remember who the person we’re talking about is, and how I know them, I’ll have to share information I don’t feel should be shared.And maybe do things I’d rather not.Not using at best, forgetting at worst, that I know the people involved is easier to get the information across.Less violence.”
Ash nodded, and Jason could see the thoughts running through his friend’s head.“Well,” he said.“The information has been passed.There will be about three days to the wedding when we get back to New York.You need to figure out what to do to fix the situation by the time I’m ready to meet my bride at the end of the aisle.”
Jason nodded.He was lucky.He had time.
Time to decide what fixing meant, and whether he was ready to act.
Could he forgive Naomi?
Did he want to?
Or could he see through his own mistakes to try and find a way to forgive hers?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Groveling 101 and the Road to the HEA
Wedding day
Thursday, May 15th
It was dark,early.
Naomi hadn’t slept in hours, but that was part of the job.The work of a wedding planner on the day of the wedding was never done.Thankfully, Max Parker-Roth was waiting at the venue for her.“You ready?”he asked.
She nodded.“Ready as I’ll be.”
“Carpets and tables are settled.I directed the movers when they arrived.”
“Good.And the yichud room for Judith and Ash?”
“Yep.I even have the gorgeous table we got for Samuel set up right outside of the sanctuary area.”
“Good.Thank you,” she said.
“What’s next?”
“Where do you want the chuppah frame?”
Duty never ends.Because as she turned around she saw Isaac, Abe, and a few other people as they piled out of a large British vehicle, probably owned by Jacob, Judith’s boss.
