Chapter FourNic
“So, basically, you saw this wedding coming from a mile away,” I say, draping my arm over the back of Elle’s chair.
We’ve been chatting easily through dinner and have just started dessert. It hasn’t been difficult to find things to talk about, especially once I hit the jackpot of something to discuss when I brought up the relationship between her brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law.
A small smile lifts the corner of Elle’s mouth and she crosses a leg toward me, leaning into the closeness I’ve invited between us.
“I guess you could say I’m a psychic or something,” she murmurs, her eyes bright and playful.
She’s cute. Way damn cuter than I expected. And sexy. Part of me wonders why Christine even felt the need to hire me. Elle’s luck with men can’t possibly be that bad,
