Page 2 of Entangled
“Such a good girl.”
“I’m just glad that she and Jack finally found each other.” Merry checks her bet and turns to Fawn.
“They wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for us,” Fawn reminds the other two.
Both other women nod in agreement.
“I thought that was never going to happen no matter how many times we kept signing Dawn up to volunteer with Jack at Parks and Wildlife.” Merry rolls her eyes.
Fawn shrugs. “They finally stopped fighting it.”
“It was a beautiful wedding,” Fern says.
“I already said that.” Merry stares at Fawn.
“Who cares? It’s still true.”
“We need more weddings.” Fawn checks her bet and Fern deals the last card.
“No one is close to dating, let alone marriage.” Fern studies her cards in her hands before lifting her shrewd gaze to the five cards on the table.
“Neither were Dawn and Jack last year and look at them now. On their honeymoon.” Merry clasps her hands together and the cards in her hand crinkle.
It wouldn’t be the first deck to be lost to their lack of attention. And it definitely wouldn’t be the last.
“So what are we going to do about it?” Fawn asks.
“Same thing we always do,” Fern responds. “Let’s see, there’s Pierce and Hudson. Either of whom would be a catch.”
“Don’t forget Robyn or Elle. But not for either of those boys.” Fawn taps her lip as she adds to the list.
“No, all four of them are ready for something special. Something spectacular. It’s…” Fern’s voice fades as her attention shifts back to her cards.
“It’s matchmaking time,” Merry says and gasps when Fawn pushes in all her chips.
“All in, ladies. Who’s next?”
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HENRY FLYNN
Mood Music: “Anywhere Away From Here” by Rag ‘n’ Bone Man and P!nk
There isn’tenough coffee in the world to get me through this day. I’m kicking myself for agreeing to work overtime so close to the holidays. Sure, the money is great, but my back hurts just looking at the mountains of packages stacked in the warehouse.
Before I can even punch in, my boss marches over with his clipboard. “Oh good. You’re here. Do you want the good news or the bad news?”
“Morning to you too,” I mumble, jamming my code into the time clock’s electronic pin pad. I stifle a yawn and pivot to face him. “Gimme the bad news, I guess.”
“Tony’s in the hospital.”
My stomach bottoms out. “What happened? Is he all right?”
“He had a massive heart attack. They’re doing bypass surgery today.”
“Holy shit.” I just had a beer with my middle-aged coworker on Monday night, and he seemed fine then.
“Right. The doctors are hopeful, but he’s going to be out for a few months either way.” Joe presses his lips into a grim line. “Christmas is right around the corner, and since Eddie retired, now we’re downtwodrivers. Packages don’t deliver themselves, so I’m gonna need you to cover Tony’s route for the foreseeable future.”
