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Vince stood when I entered. “Hey, Doc. We’re just waiting for Felix to sober up so you can clear him to go to jail.”

I glanced over at the man fast asleep with his mouth wide open.

“I hate to do this to you, but it’s probably going to be a few more hours. The nurse said he was pretty incoherent.”

“Yeah, that’s why the jail rejected him. It’s fine.”

“I hope you’re on overtime at least.”

“Fortunately, I am, since Callahan and O’Brien are off tonight and tomorrow for the wedding.”

I cocked my head. “Wedding?”

The kid looked at me like he was now the one confused.

“Callahan’s brother, Alan? He’s marrying Jessica Bradbury tomorrow, but their rehearsal dinner was tonight at Maxfield’s. I’m surprised you’re not there with Kristy.”

Fucking small towns.

“I didn’t warrant an invite.”

“Well, you’ve at least shined up your dancing shoes for tomorrow, right?”

I shook my head. “I’m on the schedule all weekend.”

“You couldn’t even get tomorrow off?”

I probably could have—if I’d known about the wedding and had asked for the time off. But Kristy failed to mention it.

Of course, I didn’t say that out loud, just smiled and said, “That’s life in a short-staffed rural hospital.” Before he could ask more questions, I said, “I’ll be back to check on sleeping beauty in a few hours,” then made a hasty retreat.

I questioned why Kristy hadn’t invited me; I thought we’d been getting along great. Although Vince’s “dancing shoes” comment might have something to do with it.

She probably thought I couldn’t dance with her.

And I couldn’t help but wonder if she was taking someone else who she thought could.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kristy

My feelings had been a little hurt when I wasn’t asked to the rehearsal dinner. Even though I hadn’t really wanted to go—Jessica’s parents seemed like they’d be a giant wet blanket—it still would’ve been nice to have been asked.

But Lainey sent me a text after it was over and invited me to her house for drinks with “everyone” and to help finish the centerpieces for the reception tomorrow.

I didn’t want them to think I was sitting at home alone with nothing better to do while the cool kids were out to dinner, so I cheekily replied that my date had been a dud, so I’d be over.

The minute I walked through the door from the garage to the kitchen, Lainey grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the garage.

“What do you mean, “Your date was a dud?” Who the hell did you go out with? Where did you go? Is that why you didn’t invite Justin to the wedding?”

I took a step back and threw my hands up in front of me. “Whoa, there, Interrogator Irene; pump your brakes. I was teasing about my date being a dud. I was home with Dora eating takeout from Golden Dragon.” My friend’s fierce expression relaxed somewhat before I continued, “I already told you—I didn’t invite Justin because we’re not a couple, and asking him to be my date to a wedding is a very couple-y thing to do.”

Her frown returned.

“Well, just so you know. Vince texted Adam to let him know he spilled the beans.”

“What do you mean, “He spilled the beans?” I don’t understand.”