“I have a question first.”
She huffed. “What?”
“Boxers or briefs?”
“What?”
“Mike. Is he a boxers or a briefs guy?”
Ryan’s eyes glared up over the top of his laptop screen while he chewed his breakfast.
I held out a finger for him to hold on to that disapproving thought for a second—I had a point to make.
Marie sucked in some air. “Boxer briefs.
Best invention ever. With that elastic band riding real low.” She sighed a bit. “He’s got those Ken doll leg-hinge muscle-gap things going on. You know what I mean? The V
pockets?”
I’d just so happened to have been staring at my own set of amazing leg hinges, which disappeared like an arrow into his shorts, moments before. “Yes, I do.” Ryan smirked at me, apparently taking my dirty purr and hungry eyes for what they were worth.
“Thanks,” Marie whispered out, sounding a bit calmer. “I know you’re trying to calm me down but I still want to go back there and confront her. Bringing that girl here is not cool, Tar. I don’t care how you color it. Is she doing this to rub my nose in it? I mean, why?”
“I honestly don’t know, but I promise I’ll find out. Just swear to me you’ll stay out of the kitchen until I get to the bottom of it, okay?”
As soon as I hung up with Marie, I took a deep breath and scrolled down to Tammy’s number, knowing loyalties were about to be tested. Right off the bat she greeted me with a snarky snip to her voice, which didn’t bode well.
After getting a quick update on how Pete was doing, I got to the second purpose of my call.
“I don’t know how to ask this so I’m just going to come right out with it. I know you have someone there with you today, and I want to know if it’s the girl that Gary is seeing.”
Tammy sighed—loudly. “What difference does it make?”
Cocky was not the way to deal with me right now. “Are you kidding?”
“I have a business to run and I needed the help. What do you want me to say?” If I could have climbed through my phone and shaken her, I would have. “And you didn’t think that this would be a problem?
My God, Tammy. Are you that insensitive?”
“I’m not trying to be insensitive, Taryn.Pete is laid up, I’ve got orders to fill and a wedding to cater tomorrow, and I don’t see anyone else offering to help. You know with Pete out of work I’m the only one earning any money. And now we have hospital bills piling up and ambulance bills to pay. I’m sorry if that upsets people, but I had no other choice.”
Now I was rubbing my forehead. “And your only choice was to enlist the help of the girl who broke Marie’s marriage apart?”
Tammy growled. “Amy didn’t do that.
Look, I don’t have time to talk about this now.”
I wanted to scream. “Fine. But I would prefer if you didn’t rub it in Marie’s face.”
“I’m not rubbing anything—”
“You brought her there, Tammy! Are you forgetting that Marie lives upstairs now because her cheating husband locked her out of her own damn house?”
I could hear her frustrated huff. “I didn’t think she’d care. She’s moved on with Ryan’s bodyguard, hasn’t she?”
“That’s not the point. No woman wants to see her replacement, Tammy. Ever.”
“Well, she’s going to have to get used to it sooner or later. I might as well tell you now that Pete and his brother, Jim, are not speaking to each other and Pete’s had it this time.
He wants Gary to be his best man now, which means that I don’t have a maid of honor since my sister-in-law, Deb, was it. So I’ve asked Amy to be my maid of honor so Marie doesn’t have to feel obligated.”
“Unbelievable . . .”
“What? She said she didn’t want to come if Gary was going to be there anyway, so I don’t know what the big deal is.” My anger bumped up to an entirely new notch.
“I thought Marie would be relieved since she’s busy running the bar now that you’re not around much,” Tammy said. “She doesn’t have time to help me anyway.
Neither do
you.
You’re
never home
anymore.”
I didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out why she was being so pissy, but her tantrum was uncalled for.
“That’s a little unfair, Tammy.” I heard what sounded like a metal tray hitting the floor at the same time Tammy said, “Oh, shit . . . Marie, just wait a minute . . .”