said Angie, into her cell. The ring tone told her it was Brooke. “You’re at the rehearsal dinner?” “No, I’m not,” her daughter answered. “I’m checking that you’re home. I’m coming over.” “I have a new listing to measure up. I’m walking out the door. You should be on your way to the restaurant by now, shouldn’t you?” “Except that Emma and Charlie both lost it in the church, right in front of the minister, so the wedding is off.” “Off? It’s off?” God help her, the first reaction was triumph. God help her, please God forgive her. Angie schooled herself, knowing how wrong it was, hating the terrible jealousy, the lurching kick of it in her stomach. “Oh… Brooke… Lordy crap! If only I didn’t have to see these clients! Where are you? Do you have Ashlyn?” “On my way from the church. Emma and Sarah and Amber have gone back to the Deans’ place. Ash is still with the sitter. I should pick her up. I’m not thinking.” “Of course you’re not.
