Kenzi shook her head. “All she admitted was that she thinks I hate her and that she screwed up.” Which she should have known the moment it happened. So hey, progress. Right?
Grandma retrieved her cell and typed using only her pointer finger on the screen. “I can find my own way home, dear. You should head back to that husband of yours and get started on more great-grandbabies for me.”
Kenzi shook her head. “You’re something else, you know that, Grandma?”
“Honey, at my age, you realize that life has finite minutes. Wasting them not saying what needs to be said is just plain sad.”
That was all fine and good, but it was going to take a lot more than words to fix what was going on inside Lunette’s head. The years she’d spent heavily drinking had altered her brain chemicals. She needed more than to dry out; she needed counseling.
Kenzi stopped in the kitchen and used the computer to look up their old counselor’s name. “Too bad I can’t just marry her to a specialist.” Her hand stilled over the call button. Was she calling the wrong person? With a few clicks of the keys, she had Harrison on the phone.
“Kensington, how’s the bride?”
Kenzi ran her hand through her hair. “I’ve had better days, Harrison.”
“Oh? Well, I have the annulment papers right here. I could swing by and Nash could be on the street by nine-thirty tomorrow morning.”
“What? No!” Kenzi leaned closer to the computer microphone. “Why are you so bent on breaking us up?”
She could hear Harrison grind his teeth. “I think you could do better.”
“Thank you, but I’m happy with the model Aunt Pamela picked out.”
“Great,” he said, but his tone implied it was anything but great.
The seed of doubt Raquel had planted wiggled and shot a root into her heart. She covered it over and pressed on. “I was just wondering if BMB had any grooms who specialized in detox.”
“Lunette?”
“Yeah. We can’t check her into a clinic without her permission, and she’s getting worse.” Kenzi rubbed her aching stomach. “Not a word of this to anyone, Harrison. Not even Aunt Pamela.”
“Confidentiality is my specialty.”
“I thought annulments were your specialty.”
“I’m a man of many talents. Let me look into things, discreetly, and I’ll get back to you.”
“Thanks.”
“Out of curiosity, how were you planning to get her to agree to this?”
Kenzi blew out a breath, making her lips vibrate. “People get drunk and wake up married all the time.”
Harrison didn’t respond, and disapproval leaked through the speakers. “That’s unethical. I doubt Aunt Pamela will agree.”
“Well, she doesn’t know about it, now, does she?”
“Kensington!”
“Just check into it and see if there’s someone out there. If not, I’ll look into other possibilities. I promise.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“You’re the best.” They said goodbye, and Kenzi closed down the screen. Her eyes ached, her head hurt, and she wondered just how far she was willing to go to save her sister.
