Page 40 of The Monster and the Masochist

I had just royally screwed myself.

Now I needed to find a husband by next week, and I was still working this shitty religious nut job case with homophobic Nolan.

Maybe he was perfect for this case.

Bet him and Reverend Fuck Face would get along great.

I gave Edmund another tight smile, hoping it was convincing.

“Anything for the good of the firm.” I agreed.

Vivian’s lips twitched.

“Glad you’re on board.”

Alexa Play: WHERE IS MY HUSBAND! by Our Last Night

Iwas perched on my cream suede sectional, guzzling a massive glass of pinot grigio, and googling ‘mail order husbands’ when the elevator leading to my condo dinged.

I jumped, nearly spilling my wine all over my laptop, when Cal walked in with a frantic and babbling Ryan.

“You don’t understand! Nowhere else is going to work. ‘The Renaldo’ was perfect! Angel, I don’t know what we’re going to do. How are we supposed to find another venue on such short notice? Everything’s been booked up for months!”

I frowned at my brother, who was clearly ill-equipped to deal with Ryan’s anxiety-induced meltdown.

He had his arm around Ryan’s shoulders and was making soothing sounds in the back of his throat, his brow creased with concern.

“I know, baby. I know. We’ll figure something out! I don’t know much about venues and stuff, but I promise, we’ll get something just as good as the Renalda-whatsit.”

“The Renaldo!” Ryan cried, clearly exasperated.

Perfect. Just what I needed. A crisis to dump on top of my existing crisis.

I was really regretting giving Cal and Ryan security clearance to my building right at this moment.

I took another massive gulp of pinot grigio.

“Trouble in paradise?” I sighed, hoping the wine would help with the migraine I could feel building between my temples.

Cal gave me a desperate look over Ryan’s head that clearly said ‘haaaalp meeee!’

I pinched the bridge of my nose, but nodded.

Okay. I could do this. I was Cassandra Walker. I could save my brother’s wedding and find a husband by next week.

Easy.

No problem.

Child’s play.

“Ryan, what happened with the Renaldo?” I asked, pushing through the throbbing pain behind my eyes and getting straight to the point. “They can’t pull out of the contract you signed with them this late in the game. I reviewed it myself.”

“They had a FIRE! Can you believe that?”

My eyes widened.

Well, no shit.