Jay frowned. “Your grandmother’s coming in today, with Winnie. Is she your future cousin-in-law? Sister-in-law?”
“Sister-in-law,” Rebecca said, hating the word already.
“We don’t usually handle relative’s weddings. It causes all sorts of—”
“I didn’t encourage this.” Rebecca rubbed her eyes. “I only found out it might be a possibility this morning. I’m not exactly looking forward to spending months and months on a wedding I wish wasn’t happening.”
“It’s actually only two months. They’re getting married February eighth.”
“What? Ian has got to be out of his mind.” She got up and grabbed her phone off her desk to call him, all the while knowing he never answered his cell while he worked. He might have been handed the job through Grandma’s connections, but he was a model employee. She waited for his voice message to finish and then demanded he call her as soon as he got off work.
“I remember Ian. He was a good kid.”
“Well, now he’s a twenty-five-year-old lovable idiot. He’s going to ruin his life if he marries her.”
“That’s not your call to make.”
She blew out a breath. “I know, but I wish it was.” She paced around the office, thinking about Ian, and thinking about how Jay’s eyes kept flitting to her. At least he’d stopped ignoring her. She certainly wouldn’t be grabbing his hand, begging him to be her friend again, but maybe, maybe they’d gradually get back to their easy friendship if she could prove herself a friend worth having. She’d need a good friend to get through her brother’s wedding.
“When are they coming?” she asked.
“At three. In the meantime, we have to get to The Yellow Rose and show it to two different couples.” He studied her face, which no doubt looked slightly stressed. “You’re wishing I hadn’t told you.”
“No. I’m fine. I’ll try to act happy.”
“I know you will. And I’m sorry for whatever is coming with your sister-in-law. But I’m sure your grandmother can rein in Winnie. She always seemed capable of anything.”
What? Rebecca could tell Jay was going out of his way to be kind to her, which was so nice. But he was speaking nonsense.
“Um, Jay. I’m not sure you’re understanding. My grandmother is the scarier part of this duo. There will be no reigning in going on.”
He got up and slowly walked over to his desk, gathering up his things. The wheels were turning in his head, but she wasn’t sure what the thoughts consisted of. Finally, he said, “We can always tell her no. There are plenty of other wedding planners she could hire.”
Rebecca wasn’t so sure. Once Grandma had her foot in the door, she wouldn’t be foisted off so easily. She’d never liked the way Rebecca separated herself from the rest of the family. This was her way of keeping tabs.
