“Okay. Let me get this straight,” Van said as he peered at me over the half-moon glasses perched on his nose. “Viola has you planning a wedding about which you know nothing. It takes place in less than two weeks, and you need me to fit a tux for a groom as a body double?”
“Yup. Pretty please? I know I’ve been a pissy little prick in the past, but I’m working through that. I really need your help.”
He leaned back in his chair. “Dinner as p*****t?” he asked, one eyebrow arched.
I would do anything at this point. Swallowing a sigh of relief, I said, “Deal. Can you meet me at Antoine’s at five-thirty today?”
“Sure thing.” He stood and came around his desk to stop before me. “Relax, Paulie. You’ll do just fine. I have faith in you. You’re the best person for the job.” He kissed my forehead,
