“No, Malice,” Scooter said into the cell phone. “It’s lawyers, they take their sweet fuckin’ time with stuff. We’ll reschedule.” He paused, rolling his eyes. “Well, if you’d let me put you up in the rental, you wouldn’t have a hotel bill…Fine, fine, Mace, I’ll take care of it, just…Look, this is hardly my fault. No. I have s**t to do today. I’m getting married in six days, stop. Just. Stop. Right. No. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Scooter punched the end call icon with a little more force than absolutely necessary. “God, she’s seething. Just as well she won’t let me put her in the rental. I can’t decide if it would be horrifically cruel or hilarious to sic both Roni and Tiff on her when they get here.”
Kat reached over and yanked Scooter’s hair. “Be nice. I like Roni.”
“I vote hilarious,” And
