Chapter 23

“Good. You made it. Have a seat.”

I listened, confident, but still wondered what she wanted to discuss.

She sat straight up in her chair, scowled at me, and said, “This is your last wedding to attend.” She slid a peach-colored file to me that read in her sloped script The Epstein Wedding. “Once you’re finished with this affair, your services are no longer needed here at Wedding Peeks. I will send you your final check in the mail and anything due to you.”

“You’re firing me?” I wasn’t surprised. How could I be when I knew that she had a problem with me and my relationship with Patrick?

“I’m not firing you,” she said. “You’re volunteering to quit because of your doings with that little cheat, Patrick Brogan. You’ve made this bed, Cannon, and I now feel that you have to lay in it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Why is this happening?”