Chapter Three
Iris’s phone was buzzing, and she took in the caller ID, a private number. She considered it for only a second before answering as she pulled open the back door.
In the kitchen, Ryan was all smiles, a groom ready to marry his bride. Jenny was still upstairs, but the moment for her to come down was likely anytime. Iris had finally had to force herself away from Brady and Alison, realizing her granddaughter was head over heels for a young man it was impossible for her to have those feelings for.
“Hello?” was all she got out.
“Iris, it’s Raymond. I understand Ryan is getting married today, and I have to warn you that—”
“Brady’s here,” she said, cutting him off, feeling the bite in her words as she pulled the door closed behind her. “I presume that’s why you’re calling. Why
