Jack was on his third scotch, eyeing the wedding guests and idly pondering lithe brunette versus busty redhead—he’d been avoiding blondes—when his cellphone vibrated in his pocket.
He thought about not answering it—everybody whose call he absolutely had to take was in the reception hall—but yapping on the phone beat standing around watching other people have a good time.
The number wasn’t familiar to him. “Donovan.”
The music was too loud, to say nothing of the voices and laughter, … Read More »