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A sigh, as I lift my head off my hands. “No, it’s not him, it’s…Hanna. This is the biggest goddamn deal I’ve ever had and now I know why. It could not get more complicated.”

She gives me a look. “This does not sound like my rock solid sister, Beck. I have seen you tread through the toughest situations like a pro. What, pray tell, is so horrible about this?”

“For starters, Hanna’s sister, who is a total narcissistic bitch by the way, is pregnant, and Hanna’s flipped out about it, because she thinks that this Cher girl is going to use the wedding as a sound stage to announce her pregnancy. Second, it turns out that ol’ Greg and Hanna have a history.”

Sara’s eyes widen at that. “Oh, wow. That I didn’t see coming.”

“Exactly.” I nod. “But that doesn’t seem to be the real problem, as far as Hanna’s concerned. It’s Greg who is panicking over that. Hanna’s blowing a gasket over her sister, though.”

Sara shrugs. “She could be just getting cold feet. Chances are her sister’s not going to be so bold.”

“That’s what I thought, but evidently, Cher’s pulled this kind of shit before.”

“But this is her sister’s wedding.”

My voice is tentative. “I don’t know, Sara, from what she’s telling me, her sister is a real cold-hearted bitch.”

Sara gives me her ‘hold my beer’ face. “Give me her name. I’ll take care of it.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, somewhat impressed. Sara is the real ‘don’t fuck with me’ girl. That’s why she’s so successful at everything she does. That’s why I love her. That’s why I can’t figure out why I can’t be more like her and think of the brilliant things that she’s come up with in the past, when the going gets tough.

“I know almost every narcissistic asshole in this town. I’ve had at least half of them as clients. I know how to deal with trash like that. What did you say her name was…Cher?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know her last name. She’s married, so I don’t think she has Hanna’s surname.”

“What’s Hanna’s surname?”

“Wilson.”

Sara frowns, nodding, entering something into her phone. “I’ll figure it out.”

I smile, chuckling softly. “You are something else.”

She ignores me, wanting to get down to business. “What else have you got? You said Hanna’s not worried about a historical tryst between her and Greg?”

“She didn’t say anything.” I pause. “How are you going to figure out Cher’s last name?”

Sara purses her brows together. “Social media. Ever heard of it. Don’t you creep on people’s accounts before you make business deals?” she tuts. “Amateur.”

I snort a laugh. “Well, pardon me, Sherlock Holmes.”

She waves, unimpressed. “Put a gag order on Greg in the meantime. Don’t let him freak out over this. Until we figure out if his dick was memorable, it isn’t going to be a problem. The bigger issue is putting a gag order on this Cher chick. Tell Hanna not to sweat it, though. Oh, and Travis smells a rat with Greg.”

“Shocker.”

“Oh, come on, Becky, give him a break. He’s just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, I know. I just wish he didn’t think it was his job still.”

She gives me a look. “In his mind, it’ll always be his job. It could be worse. At least he’s not being subtle about it. At least he’s doing it with class.”

“Fine.” I huff. “I’ll give him a break. He just better not embarrass me.”

Sara acts like I’m being a child. “When has he ever embarrassed you, Becky? The guy’s a saint.”

I purse my lips into an unimpressed grimace. “You’re just saying that because you love him.”

“And so do you.”

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