“He wants to see Dave,” Cloe said. “Before. Not at the wedding. Just before.”
Mac was awake instantly, the way he always was, and he read the text over her shoulder in the dark and was quiet for a long moment.
“What do you want to do,” he said.
“I don’t know,” she said. “That’s the honest answer. I don’t know.”
She put the phone down and lay back and looked at the ceiling. The city moved faintly through the curtains. Somewhere down the hall Dave was asleep, completely unaware that on the morning of her wedding day there was a question waiting that involved him directly.
“My instinct is no,” she said. “My instinct is that today belongs to us and nothing about Marshall gets to be part of it.” She turned her head and looked at Mac. “But.”
“But,” Mac said.
“But it’s not actually about M
