“So you’re saying all I have to do is contact the rental company for the tents and the bounce houses, and about one hundred of my closest business associates to have it moved to Sunday?”
She scoffs without bothering to answer the question.
“Because, yes,” I continue, “I will do that if it means Georgie won’t have to miss a single accolade she’s undoubtedly due to receive from the people who attend the festivities. It’s not about me, Mackenzie. It’s about Georgie and my stretched thin kitchen staff. Georgie has already made it clear she’s not missing my wedding. It’s not fair to make her choose.”
She wrinkles her nose my way as a wicked smile wiggles on her lips.
Fish lets out a yelp of a meow. What in the world is she smiling about?
Sherlock growls. She’s evil. She’s still bitter that Jasper didn’t choose her. And she likes making Bizzy dizzy. I heard her say those exact words to Jordy the other day.
I believe it.
Mackenzie leans in. “I must admit, it gives me more than a kernel of pleasure to see you writhe—and so close to your wedding day no less. And here I thought Bizzy Baker got all the green lights in life. Nothing ever seemed to go wrong for you. It would figure you’d blame me. You always seem to blame me for anything that doesn’t go your way.”
“Maybe if you wouldn’t have pushed me into that whiskey barrel I wouldn’t have anything to blame you for.”
She inches back a notch. “That whiskey barrel? That happened a million years ago—and I shoved you in there on a dare.”
My mouth falls open. “You held me under. I almost drowned.”
She shrugs. “Hux told me to do it. He said you snitched on him for stealing the car and he was grounded for a year. I was simply following orders.”
I gasp so hard at the revelation I see stars.
“Huxley?” I stand to my feet in a rage.
“Yeah?” She nods as if I should have known this. “He promised he would tell you right afterwards so you wouldn’t be so angry with me. Clearly, he didn’t.” She makes a face. “Not that I care. After the way you treated me in high school, there was nothing left to salvage of our friendship.”
My mouth rounds out. “You stole every boyfriend I had in high school. Why would I want anything to do with you?”
“Every boyfriend you had in high school came to me. I figured if they were willing to cheat, I’d do you the favor and take them off your hands!”
“Ladies, ladies.” Leo Granger pops up with Emmie by his side as she holds a platter of those fresh baked blondie bars.
Mackenzie grunts my way. “We’re done here. But I’ll leave you with this—if you’re such a saint, why don’t you move your wedding to Sunday?” She takes off and I gasp.
“Move my wedding?” I mutter the words as if I was in a trance.
I guess I hadn’t thought of that.
Ugh. I do not want to move my wedding. Maybe that does make me selfish, but as I see it, I can still make a couple of calls in hopes to make things work out.
No dress, no cake, no flowers, no date.
Why does it feel as if no wedding comes next in this cursed equation?
Emmie grunts. “Don’t you listen to her, Bizzy.”
Leo shrugs. “A Sunday wedding sounds good to me.”
Emmie elbows him. “Nobody asked you.”
McKenna walks in with Misty and Lucky in tow, and immediately I’m pulled out of my newfound stupor.
“Aren’t you all a sight for sore eyes,” I say, making my way around the counter.
Both Fish and Sherlock get straight to rolling around with Misty and Lucky just as I hand McKenna a blondie bar.
“You know me so well,” my good friend hums. Her flaxen locks are slicked back into a carefree ponytail and she’s adorably bundled in an auburn cashmere cardigan. She nods to Emmie. “So is Operation Wedding Day still a go?”
I cast a suspicious glance to my bestie and her plus one. “What’s Operation Wedding Day?”
Leo frowns. “I’m just here for the food.”
McKenna’s phone pings and she gives a hard groan as she looks to the screen.
“I can’t believe this. My mom’s dress came in early from the cleaners and my seamstress wants me down at her shop right now to do a final fitting.” She sighs hard. “And wouldn’t you know it? The head seamstress is allergic to animals. Do you think I could park these two at the pet daycare in back? That might help get me there faster. I’d drop them off at my place, but they tend to get into mischief if I leave them together unsupervised.”
“I know how that goes,” I say, giving Fish and Sherlock the side-eye as they run wild with their new companions. “Leave them with me. And take your time. Fish and Sherlock love the company.”
“Oh, thank you!” She looks to Emmie. “You have the notes I sent you, right?”
“I do,” Emmie assures her. “Go on, get going. I can take it from here.”
McKenna takes off, and I snatch another blondie off the tray.
“Take what from here?” The words snip from me, but I can’t help it. I’m not big on surprises.
Leo nods to someone near the front, and I turn to see both Jasper and my sister striding in as if they’re on a mission.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m ground zero for some kind of intervention?”
Macy chortles, and Jasper gives a devilish grin that only makes me want to pull him into the nearest corner and have my way with him.
Leo clears his throat because clearly he heard my inner raunchy ramblings. It’s so easy for me to forget that he can read my mind. But by the quasi-apologetic look on Jasper’s face, he can, too.
“Hey, beautiful.” Jasper lands a kiss to my lips.
