“That statement is so fucked up on so many levels,” Zoann grated. “You’re out of your fucking mind. First off, Meggie’s wedding was beautiful. Secondly, I’m with Bunny. She isn’t here. I’m sick to fucking death of hearing about her, every other minute, because you have a problem with her. Thirdly, how does Bunny marrying in church have any bearing on where you were married?”
“I’m an attorney. She’s just Meggie’s assistant. Out of the two of us, I deserve a big wedding more than she does.”
“Okay, that’s my fucking cue to leave.” Zoann got to her feet, slamming her glass on the table. The base and stem shattered from the force, tipping the glass over and cracking it, spilling wine onto the table. “You sound like a fucking fool, Kendall.”
“Wait!” Fee cried, shocked at how her dinner party was spiraling out of control. “Don’t leave, Zoann.”
“Let her go,” Kendall snapped. “We can enjoy ourselves better without her.”
Growling, Zoann iffed at Kendall, but Fee stepped in front of her.
“That’s my sister.”
“And I’m your friend.”
“Then act like it, Kendall. You’re supposed to be friends to all of us.” Fee turned to Zoann. “Stay. I grilled lettuce. I’d like to see how that tastes. I want you to try it with me.”
“Fee, I’ll stay, but you’re going to be picking your fucking friend off the ground if she says another fucking word about Meggie or Bunny or whatever.”
“Oh, I get it,” Kendall called over her shoulder. “You’d prefer if I didn’t talk.”
Zoann heaved against Fee, who pushed back to contain her sister’s advance. “That would be a fucking boon to humanity.”
“You’re such a bitch.” Ignoring Zoann, Kendall glared at Bunny. “This is your fault. No, your precious Meggie’s. She told you about my innocent joke about Ryder. You opened your fucking mouth to Zoann, who took it upon herself to call me.”
“Back up,” Bunny ordered. “I didn’t tell Zoann anything.”
“That’s right, Kendall. She didn’t tell me. Val told me. Remember him? My husband? The one you almost got killed.”
“Oh, so that little bitch lied to me.” Still focused on Meggie, Kendall ignored Zoann’s jabs. “She told Christopher.”
“Ha! My brother would’ve fucked you up for even suggesting Meggie and Johnnie slept together. Move, Fee.” Zoann shoved her. “I’m not going to beat her ass. Just let me get something to clean my mess.”
“You and that asshole are barbarians alike,” Kendall snarled.
“Shut up!” Fee cried. “You two are giving me a headache.”
Kendall tracked Zoann stomping her way to the kitchen, grabbing a dishtowel, broom, and dust pan, before stomping her way back. “If Saint Megan didn’t tell Christopher, then how the fuck did Val tell you?”
“Meggie didn’t tell Christopher.” Bunny drank from her glass, a thoughtful frown crossing her face, followed by annoyance. “I’m going to kill him. Mark! I told him. He must’ve opened his mouth.”
“Meggie still betrayed me.” Folding her arms, Kendall lifted her chin. “She wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.”
Zoann threw a large piece of glass into the dust pan and smashed it into smaller fragments. “If I were you, I’d stop smiling in her face every week over your ridiculous brunches and pretending all is right between you and her. One of these days, she’s going to punch the fuck out of you.”
Kendall snorted. “Posers and posturing fill this club. All I ever hear are threats. Meggie won’t touch me. She’s too busy jumping to Christopher’s orders and sacrificing herself for the sake of the club. Besides, if she ever touched me, I’d annihilate her.”
“Oh, please do,” Zoann begged. “Christopher would finally put you out of your fucking misery and kill you.”
“You all know I’m right. She probably couldn’t come because Christopher decided to eat her pussy.” Kendall blew out a breath. “Little bitch.”
Hands on hips, Fee glared at Kendall. “What’s your problem? You’re making the situation worse. Drop this entire conversation. Bunny can get back to discussing her wedding and you’ll shut up. Zoann can text Val. You and I can serve.”
“I do not serve anyone.” Kendall nodded to Bunny. “There’s your server. She learned from the best. Meg—”
“I swear to Christ, Kendall, if you say her name I’m punching you out,” Zoann yelled, pouring herself another glass of wine.