Chapter 15
To my profound relief, Cindy had already turned away before Dakota’s words got us tossed out on our ear. And the proprietor also failed to notice the way my companion picked at the cranberry torte then spat a mouthful out into her napkin in disgust.
“So you’re back,” my boss noted grumpily as she swished out her mouth using such copious amounts of water that she might as well have bitten down on an actual lump of fecal matter by mistake.
“Back?” I asked, forcing my incompatibility with Sebastien—and Dakota’s incompatibility with wedding shops—out of my mind so I could focus on my companion’s body language instead. Because there was more going on here than hazing...or whatever Ryder had saved me from beside the gate house. The other female was leaning forward, lips curling eve
