Chapter 30

Troy dropped his towel to the cement, shaking his head and wanting to laugh. Cam had cursed. And fought back against her family's constant nagging. Check and check. Now they were getting somewhere.

He glanced at Tim, standing near the grill with a pan of uncooked steak, wearing a man apron and looking shell-shocked. Troy picked up his cell and sat in the chair. "I like my steak medium-rare, Tim. And Camryn likes hers well-done."

"Troy Lansky," her mother said. "Why are you grinning?"

"Hey, just because Cam got mad and left doesn't mean you can harass me in her wake."

Heather scanned the other shocked faces. "I thought she was happy for us. I thought she wanted to be my maid of honor. Why is she so mad?"

Troy sighed. The family still didn't get it. "She is happy for you. She just doesn't understand why your wedding has become about her."

"I've never heard her swear before," Anna said. "It was like The Twilight Zone. I'm going to have nightmares."