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Quentin joined me before reclaiming my rocker on the porch.
“So, you got rid of Jimmy.”
“You might say that.” He fiddled with his earring. “He’s an interesting chap,
that one. Did you know he and your friend were engaged? They lived together for three years. And as far as Jimmy’s concerned, they’re the ones who should be getting married tomorrow.”
“My Lord. Not much about Marcy surprises me, but who would have thought? When did Marcy and Jimmy break up?”
“Apparently right after she met Tom. Jimmy’s none too happy about it either. Can’t say as I blame him, myself. He’s still besotted with her.”
“Why’d he come to the wedding?”
“Marcy wanted him here. She practically begged him. The whole thing is
pretty mucked up, if you ask me. Who’d want your ex-lover, the man you jilted, at your wedding to some other bloke? The more people tell me about this friend of yours, the keener I am to meet her.” He rubbed his hands together and grinned.
“Don’t say you weren’t forewarned. What’d you make of Jimmy?”
“After you get past his sarcasm, he’s all right. We’re going jogging tomorrow morning at about . Wanna come?”
“Don’t you even think about bothering me at that hour.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
He elbowed me in the ribs and then asked in a lower voice, “Who’s the lovely lady over there?”
“That’s Marcy’s step-mom.”
“Blimey! Her step-mom, huh?” Quentin studied the woman like he might a
cold beer on a hot day and added, “Excuse me while I have a straight moment.”
I shoved him in the ribs. “You’re so bad.”