Chapter 24
I’m singularly unsurprised when Fox asks, “How long after you proposed to your wife till you were married?”
My eyes roll in her direction. “Did you do any research before you came in the door today? I mean, I do have better places to be than strapped here.”
“I couldn’t tell from your cooperative attitude.”
I bang my head on the back of the chair only to be reminded by Deere, “Sir, could you avoid moving? It will cause a problem with your readings.”
“Right.”
Fox is incredulous. “How come you’re not a sanctimonious prick when addressing him?”
“Because he’s not asking me ridiculous questions. He’s pointing out a technical problem that I’m causing.”
“So if I’d asked you a question such as, ‘Do you remember who the DJ was for your wedding?’ I wouldn’t be on the receiving end of your attitude?”
“Correct. For the record, the answer to your question is DJ Kensington.”
Deere splutters, Pamola makes a noise, and Fox follows up to confirm, “Do you mean the DJ Kensington? Worldwide sensation? Number one artist of ‘Curses on the Mend,’ that DJ Kensington?”
Cheerfully, I beam, “One and the same. Though she was just Austyn back then. A precocious fourteen.”
Fox is wheezing. She can’t even ask her next question, giving me a moment to ask Pamola, “Can I have some water while Fox stops fangirling?”
“Yes, sir.” But his own face is starstruck at the idea Bethany and I had the now infamous artist as our wedding DJ long before she was a household name.