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on a case she’s been working,
     but she never called me to give me the details, and I have the most pressing feeling
     that she still needs my help with it.”
    “Ugh,” Gil said, pouting next to her. “Only you would take a job during a wedding.”
     M.J. couldn’t really blame Gil for being grouchy. After all, she’d dragged him to
     Austin to be her plus one because her boyfriend, Heath, couldn’t make it—he was busy
     moving his mother into her new condo in Santa Fe. “Hey,” M.J. said, nudging her best
     friend. “Stop pouting, would you?”
    Gil leveled his eyes at her. “Girl, you know I love a good wedding, but what I love
     even more is a good nap, and the fact that you dragged me away from a comfortable—oh
     look! Food!”
    Gil immediately headed in the direction of a small buffet table with artfully arranged
     hors d’oeuvres, and M.J. breathed a sighof relief. That’d keep Gil’s bouche amused for a little while at least. Hopefully
     long enough for her to find Abby and make sure she was okay.
    After scanning the crowd, M.J. found a face she recognized—Abby’s fiancé, Dutch Rivers.
     He was a great-looking guy whom she’d met only once but it was enough to leave a very
     favorable impression. He seemed perfectly suited to Abby, as he was even-keeled and
     cool under pressure, with a keen insight and a sharp mind. Not much got by him. Also,
     he clearly adored Abby; that much had been evident when M.J. had seen the two together
     two and a half years ago, and it was even more evident now, because although Dutch
     seemed to be engaged in conversation with a few other people around him, M.J. noticed
     that he kept bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, and casting quick glances
     toward the back of the house where the bride was obviously getting ready. He looked
     as excited and impatient to get things under way as any love-struck groom could.
    “Well, hello, handsome,” said a voice right next to M.J. She turned her head and saw
     that Gil had come up beside her again holding a small plate piled high with hors d’oeuvres
     while he drank in the sight of Dutch across the room. More than weddings and a nap,
     Gil loved free food and good-looking men. “I thought you were taken?” M.J. kidded,
     referring to Gilley’s new beau.
    “I’m taken, not dead, M.J.,” Gil replied. “I can look and flirt all I want. I’m just
     not allowed to touch.”
    “We can all breathe a little easier now,” M.J. said with a laugh. Then she pointed
     across the room to the object of Gilley’s current affection. “That’s the groom. Dutch.
     Remember? We went to dinner with him and Abby before when we helped her with her investment
     house.”
    “Sugar, I could never forget a man that gorgeous,” Gil replied, popping a small quiche
     into his mouth.
    That anxious, nervous feeling that’d been bothering M.J. all morning cropped up again.
     “I need to find Abby,” she whispered.
    “Before the wedding?” Gil said.
    “Yeah. I keep feeling like everything’s not okay with her.”
    Gil made a face. “How could things be anything other than perfect for a girl about
     to marry that tall drink of water?”
    M.J. ignored him and moved away in the direction that Dutch seemed to be perpetually
     focusing on, the back of the manor home. Winding her way through the crowd, she finally
     came to a corridor that looked promising. “I don’t think you’re supposed to go back
     there,” Gil said from right behind her, and M.J. jumped. She hadn’t realized he’d
     been following her so closely.
    “Do me a favor,” she told him. “Stay here and keep a lookout. I just want a quick
     word with the bride.”
    Gilley’s frown returned. “Are you about to meddle?”
    “No, Gil, that’s
your
territory. Just keep a lookout. I’ll be back in a minute.”
    M.J. then hurried into the corridor and followed it to a room with the sounds of excited
     voices. Knocking first, she poked her head in, but found