Maddie's lips quirked into a smile as her brother wearily rose to his feet. "Hey, Georgina. Do you mind if Doug and I switch shifts on Tuesday? I need to go run some wedding errands during business hours."
Doug cut her a look. "When were you going to ask if I minded?"
"Sure," I said, trying not to wince at the word "wedding." "You can work the night shift with me."
"You want to come along?" she asked. "You said you would."
"I did?"
"Last night."
I frowned. God only knew how many promises I'd made and had now forgotten, thanks to vodka and weird magical forces. Vaguely, I recalled her showing me wedding pictures. "I think I have some errands of my own to run."