constitutes an emergency in some peopleâs minds. While I was trying to decide how to approach a groomsman about the murder of a bridesmaid, I got a call from one of my clients who was having a full-blown panic attack over her âruinedâ wedding programs.
Tamara Richardsonâs wedding was two weeks away, and the bride-to-be had opened the box for a sneak peek and discovered a misprint on page 3. I wished I could explain the relative gravity of having a bridesmaid sitting in a Mexican prison versus the last stanza missing from her favorite love poem, but that would have required getting a word in edgewise.
âYes, Tamara, Iâll try toââ
âUh-huh.â
âIâm sure they didnât meanââ
âOf course.â
âNo, I donât think Rumi wouldââ
âOkay.â
âI agree, I think they canââ
âAll right. Iâll take care of it.â
Brody laughed at my one-sided conversation as I covered the receiver and mouthed the word âsorryâ to him.
âWhew,â I said, hanging up the phone and sinking back into my chair. I was used to multitasking, but this was ridiculous. âReal detectives have no idea how easy they have it. All they have to do is question suspects and frisk people occasionally. Iâd like to see them try to juggle a few brides while theyâre at it.â
âTheyâd crack under the pressure,â said Brody.
Nodding in agreement, I grabbed his fork and attacked what was left on his plate, realizing I hadnât eaten anything in way too long. Youâd think Iâd be too stressed to eat, but I usually have quite the opposite reaction.
âHelp yourself,â he said, a little bit of sarcasm creeping into his voice.
âWhat? You were done.â
âNo, I wasnât. Some people pause in between bites to chew their food. You should try it sometime.â
âToo bad. You shouldnât have set your fork down.â
He slid the plate toward me, dodging my fork as I aimed for the tamale. âFine,â he said. âYou owe me a street taco.â
Smart man. You should never argue with a hungry girl holding a pointy metal implement.
âBy the way,â he said, âwhen youâre done eating my lunch, you should call Evan. Not to add to your to-do list, but he stopped by earlier when you were visiting Zoe in the pokey.â
Oh, yeahâEvan . I hadnât had time to think about it, but I did kind of owe him a call after last nightâs datus interruptus .
âThanks for the message,â I said, reaching for the phone. âNow, please hold all my calls for the rest of the day. I have a wedding to plan and a murder to investigate.â
Brody got up from the table, scooped up his empty plate, and gave me a wave. âIâll be in my room if you need me.â
I licked the remaining chile sauce off my fingers before dialing Evanâs number, but he caught me crunching on a stray piece of jicama when he answered.
âBueno?â
I swallowed quickly. âEvan, hi! Itâs me.â
âHi, yourself!â he answered. âThat was quite a date last night. I wouldâve loved to have seen how it ended.â
My stomach felt kind of funny, and my ears blushed a little.
âYeah, sorry about that. We had a family emergency.â
âSo I heard. Everything okay?â
âNot really, but thanks for asking. Looks like Iâll be sticking around for a few days.â
âThatâs great news!â he said. I was glad he thought so. I had so many reasons to hurry back, but at least getting to spend some time with Evan was a little bit of a silver lining.
âSo when can I see you?â he asked.
âUnfortunately, Iâm going to be busy trying to get Zoe out of jail, but hopefully I can find a little downtime.â
âAnything I can do to help?â Evan asked.
Help? I hadnât really