“Well, that’s good to know.” There was a smile in his voice. “Let me guess. You’re ready to bury the hatchet and let me show you what good sex is?”
“Ugh, no!” I scoffed. “Do you honestly think I’d ever be desperate enough to call you for that?”
“Yes.” He let out a low laugh that sent butterflies fluttering in my chest. “And I would never judge you for it.”
“Get real.” I waved a hand. “I’m calling because I need a huge favor, and you’re the only one who can help me with it.”
“I’m listening.”
“I need you to ruin a wedding.”
“Come again?”
“This marriage can’t happen, okay? The bride cannot marry this guy, and I’m her only hope to get out of it.”
“I see.” He paused. “When is the wedding scheduled for?”
“Today.”
Silence.
“Hello?” I asked. “Hello?”
“I don’t usually work on short notice,” he said. “It takes me months to prepare, and I usually know one side of the couple or some of the reasons they want out.”
“The groom is a misogynistic asshole who wants her to sign a prenup with weight gain and sex clauses.” The words rushed out of my mouth. “Her entire family hates him so much that they’re not even here…”
“Say less,” he said. “Where are you right now?”
“Scottsdale, Arizona.”
“Which venue?”
“Clayton House.”
“How many hours before showtime?”
“Four.”
“And she hasn’t signed the prenup, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay, good to know,” he said. “I’ll handle it.”
“Handle it how?”
“It’s best if you don’t know the details. Just trust me.”
“Okay… Well, what should I tell Megan in the meantime?”
“Nothing. Pack her bags and get her to the airport without being seen by any of the guests,” he said. “I’ll call you back when my work is done.”
“Oh. Well, um… Thank you.”
“You can hold that for later.” The smile in his voice returned. “You officially owe me.”
He ended the call before I could say another word.
