Chapter 11
Ian called Monday morning as Rebecca was sipping her coffee at her kitchen table. “How were the weddings?”
“Hopefully better than Grandma’s dinner party. I guess I can’t complain too much. What did I miss?”
Ian laughed uncomfortably. “Not much. But there is one thing you should know about. Grandma will be coming in today.”
“Coming in where?”
“To your office, I guess. Winnie wants you guys to plan our wedding.”
Rebecca set down her coffee mug with a clink. “Ian, how could you let this happen? I can’t have Grandma at my work.”
“Aren’t there lots of wedding planners there? Can’t she be assigned to someone else?”
“This is not like a call center filled with cubicles, Ian. There are only a few of us working there. It’s me and Jay, or Clarissa, the girl who hates me, or Marlise, and I don’t want Grandma working with my boss.”
“I thought your boss was a guy?”
“He is. Jay is my boss, but Marlise is the boss-boss.”
“Got it.”
“Ian, you have to prevent this from happening. Imagine this is a runaway train and a bus filled with orphans is stuck on the track. Stop this train before everyone dies.”
Ian groaned. “I’m sorry. I don’t know that there’s much I can do about it. Once Grandma makes her mind up, there’s no talking her out of it. In fact, if I were to suggest it might be a problem she’d push harder to work with you.”
Rebecca got up and walked around her kitchen, pausing to give the chair in her way a shove. “I’m coming off a very weird weekend and this is not helping. Things are already strained between me and my boss. Oh, and I saw Patrick at the wedding on Sunday.”
“Your Patrick?”
“Don’t call him that. He hasn’t been my Patrick for a very long time, and I certainly wouldn’t claim him now.”
“What was he like? Did he avoid you? Did he try to apologize?”
“Neither. He told me which hotel he was staying in and tried to get my number.”
“Holy cow. Does he not remember how things ended?”
“A guy can always hope.”
“That’s a diplomatic response. I hope you kicked him where it counts. That might make him think twice about coming onto you.”
“Nope, I was working. I’m not allowed to kick people, especially where it counts.”
“Bummer. So, why are things weird with your boss? And is this your love triangle boss or your boss-boss?”
“This would be Jay. Let’s use names, shall we?” She headed to her room to get dressed. If Grandma was coming in, it was best to go with her most expensive and conservative outfit.
“What happened with Jay?”
Rebecca sat on her bed and stared into her closet. Ian was her sounding board, but there were some things she wasn’t ready to share. “We can’t seem to decide if we’re friends or not.”
“Hmm.” He probably sensed there was more, but he didn’t pry. “Becca, I really am sorry about Grandma.”
“It’s okay. Chances are, she’ll just interrogate Marlise and then decide to go with someone else.”
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