Chapter Seven
I gaped at him for a second or two, then demanded, “What in the world are you doing here?”…right before I realized that using such an accusatory tone on a client probably wasn’t the smartest move in the world.
However, he didn’t look offended. Eyes crinkling with amusement, he said, “Last-minute addition. I’ve been in talks with Jack about representing him for certain TV and print advertising he’s considering. He told me about the wedding and asked me to come.”
“You weren’t on the list,” I said flatly.
“Like I said, last-minute addition. I think Jack talked to your assistant this morning, since he knew you were busy ‘herding bridesmaids,’ as he put it.”
That sounded like something Jack would have said, so I didn’t much see the point in arguing. Caterers always padded the
