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“Great!” Sylvia shouted as if everything was arranged already. And just because the last word always had to be hers even though I had already agreed to stay, she added. “You are the maid of honor after all. You can’t miss these things. I’ll call Clem and arrange for you two to meet with the caterer,” I heard her flipping papers. “Oh, and Hannah?”

“Yes, Mrs. Hartley?”

“Make sure my son attends the party.”

Tyler and I shared a look. Then he turned to watch the road again and a slow smile formed on his lips. He wasn’t going to make it easy for me.

Crap.

Chapter Thirteen

Tyler

“Thiswillsolveallour problems, Chloe,” I tried to argue my case.

“I disagree.”

“It’s not up for debate.” I had been listening to her arguments for a while now and I couldn’t listen to them anymore. “I don’t have much of a choice anyway.”

“Please, explain it to me. How teaming up with a mobster will solve our problems? I’m dying to find out.”

“The money will.”

“Our problems have nothing to do with money.”

“Money will help,” I repeated for a millionth time. We had that same talk every now and again. Even before Patrick Hayes came into the picture. We were both tired of it, but neither of us backtracked.

“How is California?” Chloe changed tactics. “I thought you were supposed to go on a camping trip.”

“I hate camping.”

“And?” Chloe dragged.

“And the fuckers woke me up in five in the morning. Then one of them pissed me off, so I dumped their asses.”

That sounded like I was the one leaving them at a random diner, not the other way around, but Chloe didn’t ask for details.

“You are spending time with your sister then?”

The question was loaded. She knew there was something weird between me and Hannah. Maybe she had the right to know what I was doing here. I didn’t think that Hayes and his men would approach her whatever the reason, but I still felt guilty I left her alone. And even though I couldn’t get the damn keychain out of my head, I wasn’t interested in talking about little Spencer. I cleared my throat.

“I try to help with some arrangements for the wedding.”

“With that obnoxious blond?” Chloe pressed.

I thought about it for a moment. I wouldn’t use that word to describe Hannah Spencer.

She was obstinate. Inflexible. Opinionated.

Obnoxious though? No. But I totally got why Chloe would think that, so I agreed.

“Yes. With the obnoxious blond.”

“What’s the story between you two?”

“She’s my sister’s best friend.”

“She mumbled all kinds of insults about you that night she came to see you.”

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