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“What’d he say?”
I set the phone on the coffee table, in shock as I said to Larry, “He thinks we should pass. And heyelledat me.”
“For real?” Larry’s eyes narrowed and he said, “Fucking Julian. I already said yes, goddamn it. What the hell are we supposed to do now?”
I didn’t care about the wedding. I just wondered what was going on with Max to make him snap at me like that.Asshole.I stared into space, petting the girls, and murmured, “I have no idea.”
“Did he say why, that piece of shit?”
I told Larry what Max said, and he surprised me bysort ofagreeing with Max. “That makes a little sense because of the double standard about women cheating, but then why the fuck did you do the redneck wedding?”
“I think because heknewTJ,” I said, pissed at Max regardless of the fact that he might besort ofright about part of it. “Either way, I guess we’re passing on this wedding.”
“The hell we are,” he said, grabbing my phone. Side note: Larry treated my phone like it was the landline, and it cracked me up. If I left it sitting anywhere, he would just pick it up and use it. I didn’t even use a passcode anymore because I got sick of him accidentally locking my phone all the time by trying to guess the code. “Let me make a call—I have an idea.”
He took the phone into the other room while I sat on the couch, fuming. Max hadn’t actually yelled at me—that had been an exaggeration—but hehadsnapped.
And we never talked to each other like that.
It was a trivial thing, but my feelings were hurt.
Why in God’s name would he be so short with me? Twenty-four hours ago, we were texting each other about sex, and now he was treating me like I was his annoying little sister.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this, that there was something withusor the fact that I’d brought this wedding to the table that upset him. I didn’t know why, but I just knew it wasn’t simply about protecting some random stranger from being slut-shamed.
Of course, it also irked me that I wasgladfor his insight, because I totally agreed that we didn’t want to ruin some woman’s life. He was right that we shouldn’t air her dirty laundry to the world.
But why had it been okay with him for Callie’s wedding?What was the difference?
And we could still lead the groom to the evidence, like we had with the other couple, couldn’t we?
“Who is Larry talking to?” Rose asked, sitting down on the couch beside me. “Are we getting takeout?”
“I’ve got a frozen pizza in the oven and he’s talking to his sister,” I said.
“About the wedding?”
I glanced over at her. “What do you know?”
“I know all about you and Julian’s little side hustle, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“He told you?” I’d specifically told Larry not to tell Rose because it seemed like something she wouldn’t approve of.
“He did. He’s not a coward like some pussies I know.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I started, but she cut me off with a hand raise.
“I don’t care,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not some silly-hearted romantic who swoons over weddings, for God’s sake. But you should consider adding a third.”
“A third?”
“Think about how helpful it’d be to have an old lady objecting; no one would punch me or anything like that.”
In spite of everything, I smiled. “Y’know, you’re not wrong.”
“No shit.”
“I got it!” Larry came sliding into the living room—literally in his stocking feet—and said around a grin, “We figured it out!”
