Page 13 of I'll Be There
“What?” Jed said.
“Yeah. Apparently, she didn’t know he...”
“What was she doing with his phone?” Reuben asked.
“I don’t know. She says she has information about who betrayed him.”
Yeah, he’d probably worn the same look that Reuben and Jed gave him now. Hence their worry for him and this impromptu huddle. “She wants to meet me tomorrow...”
“And you believe her?” Jed said. “Dude, you said not more than ten minutes ago that you thought she might have killed your brother.”
Conner blew out a breath. “Yeah. Right. I don’t know. I just...”
Reuben raised an eyebrow. “You’re not thinking of actually meeting her.”
Conner shoved his phone in his pocket.
“Conner—you’re on your way to get married. Three days from now. Your rehearsal dinner is in two days. There’s a list of things we have to get done—”
“Believe me, if I had ducked out on Kate before our wedding, she might not have shown up,” Jed said.
“Listen, guys, I don’t know what’s going on, but if Blue knows anything about my brother’s murder, then I need to find out.”
“Now?”
“She gave me an ultimatum.”
Pete had gotten out of the truck, was jogging over.
“Canada is about an hour’s drive from Deep Haven. I’ll go up tomorrow morning, find out what she has to say, be back by tomorrow afternoon in time to help with that list. And my bachelor party.”
Pete glanced at Reuben. “There’s a bachelor party? Why didn’t I know this?”
“Get in the truck, Conner,” Jed said. “You have ninety miles to figure out how you’re going to tell your bride that you’re not actually showing up for the wedding.”
“What—of course I’ll be there. It’s just—”
Reuben had him by the elbow. “Calm down. Yes.Of courseyou’ll be there. But that’s why we’re here. To make sure you’re alive to show up for the most important day of your life.”
She didn’t want to call the wedding a disaster, not this early in the game, but...
The Micahs were late, their flight delayed out of Nashville, thanks to a storm center that actually included tornados.
Really, God?
As for the groom, he still hadn’t texted her with an update.Please let him not be turning around, heading back to Montana—
“Is this worth saving?” Raina came out of the kitchen with the crispy, dry German pancake, baked twice through after sitting in the oven for the past two hours.
“Not remotely,” Grace said. “But I have good news. The Lutheran church said they could move the reception to their basement, if we’re willing to haul all the tables and chairs from the community center, set them up, and provide our own cleaning crew.”
Liza sat on the floor, separating RSVPs into two piles while Mona tallied them.
“This might be the only wedding I’ve ever seen where there are no cancellations.”
“That’s not true—I have at leave five here,” Liza said.
“Five. Usually we count for fifteen or twenty percent of the guests bowing out. That’s why we send more invitations.” Grace picked up the pile. “I’m not sure even the Lutheran church has this much room.”
