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with some kind of medical gadget and made about a hundred million dollars, but he still runs a clinic here in the Cove. Seriously, he’s like one of the richest people in the country.” Connor picks up a saucy wing. “And you hired his daughter to work for you for free? Holy shit!” He laughs, then sticks the whole chicken wing in his mouth. Connor McCall is a typical has-been high school quarterback, and even though he hasn’t completed a pass in more than seven years, he’s still as cocky as a chicken house full of roosters.
    “Connor, it’s disgusting the way you eat those things,” Allison says, picking at her salad, on which she put no dressing.
    “What?” he says, gnawing on the bone. “It’s chicken wings, baby-cakes. How am I supposed to eat them?”
    I pick up one of my wings and try to nibble in a way that won’t offend Allison, but all I do is get hot sauce all over my lips, so I end up taking a bigger bite and hope she’s not looking.
    “What do you think her father is going to say when he finds out?” Allison asks, staring at the wing in my hand.
    “I don’t know,” I say, wiping my fingers on a wet nap. “She’s a junior in college, so it’s not like they don’t know.”
    “You’d think they’d just buy her a place of her own with as much money as they have,” Connor says. “Maybe on an island with a nice, new yacht to take her out to it.” He sniggers and Mason laughs and Allison doesn’t look amused.
    “Honestly, I think they’re hoping she’ll change her mind and then her major,” I say and wonder for a second if the Cambres might pay someone to kill me for encouraging their daughter to do what she wants with her life.
    “Well, that is just the craziest thing I’ve heard all day,” Connor says, dipping a French fry into his ranch dressing. “You just hired Leo Cambre’s daughter. Unbelievable.”
    “So have you guys decided where you’re going to get married?” Allison asks, and from the corner of my eye, I see Mason stiffen up.
    “Wherever she wants,” he says, smiling like his lack of input is actually helpful.
    “I’m going to pick three places and he’s going to choose one.” I look at Mason. “And if he doesn’t pick the right one, then he’ll have two choices, and then one.”
    “See there, Ace!” Mason says. “That’s why I don’t even say anything, because I know you’re just going to pick the place you want anyway.” He looks at Connor. “Where did y’all get married?”
    “Tallahassee,” he says flatly. “At her church. Her mother was kind enough to handle every aspect of the planning, and by
kind
, I mean overbearing. We didn’t do a thing.”
    Allison slaps him on the arm. “Connor! You got to choose the groom’s cake!”
    “Yeah, I picked out one shaped like a fish, so imagine my surprise at the reception when I got to the table and saw this big chocolate cake shaped like a penis with all these powdered grapes around the bottom.”
    “Connor, that was a sculpted fish cake! Mother paid a fortune to have that done.”
    “Well, it looked like a penis.” He looks at Mason. “No kidding, man, it looked like a giant chocolate dick with triangular balls. I had to have my picture taken with it. I’ll bring it and show you sometime.”
    “I’d love to see it,” Mason says, laughing. I’m scared to laugh because Allison, yet again, does not look amused.
    “How long had y’all been married when you started working for Mason?” I ask, not wanting to change the subject but realizing it was necessary.
    “Two weeks, so I’m glad he hired me, because Allison’s mother was about to fix me up real good with a job in Tallahassee.” He looks at his wife, who is glaring at him. “Which was really nice of her,” he says lightly, and Allison rolls her eyes again.
    “You’re starting to piss me off.”
    “Your mother pisses me off.”
    “Okay,” Mason says, getting up. “Hate to cut things short, but I better get back to