“God, are youeverserious?” Matt asks down the line.
“Matt, where the hell are you? It’s practically over!”
“I’m a little…detained.”
“Well, getting busy with a beaver shouldn’t take precedence over your friend’s wedding, sir!”
He laughs. “How was your date?”
I groan, looking at the Irishman talking to a ficus at the bar. “Ronan was a bust. But there’s an Aussie biker, Techie, here, though. He’s a babe, a total hottie, and that accent, plus bad boy. Oh my God. Can’t say I haven’t thought about—”
“Alex, I don’t have much time.”
“Huh, what do you mean? Time for what?”
“To talk. I’m in a bit of trouble.”
My stomach sinks, and I stop joking instantly as I straighten my shoulders. “Okay… what’s wrong?”
“Alex, you need to come to the police station and bail me out. I’ve been arrested…”
