2:30 p.m.

“No, Dylan, I don’t care how small the church auditorium of New Baptist Church is, the wedding is taking place there, and that’s final, if there’s any touching that is needed before the wedding, start now and I’ll forward the check to you.” I hang up and drop the phone on the desk and pick up my ringing cell phone. Seeing the ID as Phoebe, I answer it, placing it to my ear.

“Hello,” I say vibrantly.

“Hey Rory, did you finally talk to Dylan?” she asks eagerly.

I nod, even though I know she can’t see me. “Yes, we reached an agreement, the New Baptist Church it...