Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

MEGHAN

Once the girls settle down from my blow job story, we get into the details of Katelyn’s wedding. Even with the oral detour last night, I still got everything I needed for planning. There are a few things left to square away, but after asking Katelyn a few quick questions, I think I’m set.

We decide to continue our day with some brunch at the little deli next door. The girls stand. As I start packing up my stuff, my phone rings.

“Go on and grab a table, I’ll be over in just a minute,” I tell them.

The girls leave, and I answer the call. “Hello, this is Meghan.”

“Hi! Is this The Meghan, like from Meghan’s Moments?” a chipper voice sounds from the other end of the line.

“That’s me. What can I do for you?”

“You can save me, that’s what.” She laughs.

I smile. “I’ll sure try! What do you need help with?”

“A silent auction. My organization is having its annual fundraiser and the planning was supposed to be done weeks ago, but Gwen left on maternity leave and no one realized she was the one who was supposed to plan this thing. So now we have just over a week and nothing but the venue is set.” I can hear her big inhale when she finishes rambling.

“Well then, I’m glad you called. I can definitely help. And I have relationships with all sorts of vendors, so I’m sure we can make this specular within your timeline.”

“Oh thank god! You’re the best!”

“Wait until I actually do something to thank me.” She sounds fun, so I feel comfortable being myself. “How about we start with your name, and when you can meet.”

“Ha! Right, okay. Tomorrow’d be perfect. And my name is Annabelle.”

After making arrangements to meet Annabelle, I pack up my things and rise to exit.

Walking past the front counter, I stop. “So, what ever happened with you and the girl you were exclusively a FB with?”

“Nothing.” Benny lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “I kinda fell for her, she wasn’t interested, and we broke it off.”

My chest tightens.

Fuck.