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“I meant the phone. Is it work?”
“If only. No, Odette’s decided to hold the wedding ceremony at three p.m. instead of noon.”
“I’m sure the catering team and the waitstaff and the officiant and the DJ will all be overjoyed. Why’d she change it?”
“Apparently, there’s a cloud somewhere over the horizon, and it might rain between twelve and two.”
“I thought there was an indoor option?”
I just looked at him.
“Right,” he said after a moment. “Odette.”
“Exactly.”
“Want me to go hunt breakfast? I’m sure we can find something to do for three extra hours.”
“How do you feel about taking a shower and then heading to the lighthouse café? The farther we get from the hotel, the safer we’ll be.”
“Will you also be in the shower?”
“Yup.”
“Then I’m good with the idea.”
* * *
We so, so nearly made it. The two of us were halfway across the lobby, hand in hand, when Buckley’s voice boomed from the top of the stairs.
“Aggie, have you seen Chastity?”
“Isn’t she with Clarice?”
“She wanted to stay in her room and read, but I just went to borrow another hanger from the girls’ closet, and she’s not there.”
“She probably changed her mind and went with her mom.”
“Where’s Clarice?” he asked.
How should I know?
“If you listen for Odette’s voice, I’m sure Clarice won’t be far away. Try the bridal suite?”
“I’m not allowed in there.”
“Are you sure? I thought that was just the groom.”
Although I’d be the first to admit that wedding etiquette wasn’t my strong point.
“Can you look?” Buckley asked.
For crying out loud… Couldn’t he call his own wife? Although after the conversation Hawk and I had overheard last night, I figured there was a fifty-fifty chance she wouldn’t answer, increasing to seventy-five percent if I tried phoning myself.
“I’ll be two minutes,” I said to Hawk.
“I’m not going anywhere, babe.”
The bridal suite was on the second floor in the hotel’s east wing, far away from the groom’s suite in the west wing so there was no risk of Stu accidentally seeing Odette in her dress before she walked down the aisle. Predictably, she was bitching when I arrived, this time to the hairstylist who was trying to explain that she had to pin up Odette’s hair now, at the time she was booked for, and she couldn’t delay things by three hours since she’d been hired for a Sweet Sixteen party in the evening.
