Julian cocked his head to the side. “Just how well do you know him?” he asked.

Before she could reply, Julian's phone rang. She tuned into Julian's conversation when he said her name. He was obviously talking to his mom.

“We’ll be there this afternoon. Four o’clock. Yes, I know. I won’t miss it. Dinner afterward. Nina and I are having lunch together down by the marina. We’ll meet you back at the hotel in time for rehearsal. You have my word.”

He hung up and let out a sigh as he tucked the phone back into his pocket.

“The woman is convinced I’ll flake on the wedding. I wonder...