Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Marcello laughed so hard beer spilled over the top of his mug. Joel and Dale Cunningham both reached to steady his arm.
“Hey!” Dale said. “Easy! Beer is a precious commodity. Like tires.”
When Joel stopped laughing he noticed that Debra had materialized above them, arms crossed.
Joel stood up. “Guys, this is Debra, my bride-to-be. Debra, here are two of the guys I’m giving permission to come ruin our wedding, Marcello and Dale. But I’m sure not letting either of them make a speech.”
“So is this what you’ve been doing all day?” Debra asked as they all sat back down together.
“Hardly,” Joel replied.
“We are sorry, madam,” Dale said. “We tracked him down under the guise of pursuing business contracts. Unfortunately, your groom is being aloof and noncommi
