“Look, I have a real business with real problems to deal with. Someone will be by to pick up the damn cupcakes. In the future, I would appreciate it if you would call me, and not Tate.” “Check your cell phone,” Mel said. “I did call—repeatedly.” “I don’t think I like your tone,” Christie said. “I don’t care how long you’ve been friends with Tate. I’m the one who’s marrying him. It’s not my fault you couldn’t close the deal all of these years you’ve been palling around with him.” “What?” Mel choked. “You heard me.” Christie’s voice was a low hiss. “I know both you and your little friend have
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