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I rolled my eyes Elaine’s way.
This woman was definitely magical.
She was convincingmethat I hadn’t dropped chickens into a trailer.
And I was there when it happened.
The chief looked at the officers who came to the garden. “Did you?”
It was pretty clear they did not.
“It’s such a shame that they are trying to destroy one of Sweet Side’s oldest and best-known businesses.” Elaine shook her head. “I can’t imagine how anyone could allow that to happen. It’s such a lovely place.”
“You do weddings there?” One of the other officers piped up from where he’d been watching the whole shitshow currently being referred to as my life. “I’m getting married in a month and everywhere is booked.”
I turned his way, trying again for one of Elaine’s smiles. “We do.”
We did not do weddings.
Yet.
“We would love to host your event.” That sounded almost Elaine-like.
I pushed my shoulders back and lifted my chin. “Call at your earliest convenience and I’d be happy to ensure you are well taken care of.”
Chapter Twenty
Andrew
COLLETTE STOOD TALL as we walked out of the police station where I’d spent the past two hours making up as much shit as I could think of. Unfortunately, I’m not the most creative person, so I ran out of steam pretty quickly.
“How was your time with Sweet Side’s finest, Andrew?” The older woman Collette and Julia brought with them smiled at me.
“Not too bad.” I eyed a sleek black sedan with tinted windows as it pulled into the lot. “I can think of worse ways to spend an afternoon.”
She reached out to pat me on the arm as the car pulled to a stop. “You’re a good boy.”
A man got out of the driver’s seat and came around to open the back door. He offered the older woman his hand as she slid in, her smile going straight to him. “Thank you, Michael.”
The man dipped his head. “I am at your service.”
Both the women at my side sighed.
Damn.
That man might own the market on female seduction.
Michael turned to us. “Have an enjoyable evening.”
Julia grinned at him. “You too.”
“I am sure I will, Ms. Murray.” The man ducked into the car and a second later they were pulling away.
“Who in the hell was that?” Collette asked the question I was considering myself.
“That’s Michael. He’s…” Julia’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not sure what he is, actually.”
Collette’s brows lifted. “He looks like he’s Grant’s mom’s chauffeur.”
