“Fennimen’s Shooting Range.”
She found James’s number in her contact list and made the call. He answered right away, “Hey, Doc, how’s my favorite sister?”
She smiled at his cheerful tone. “I bet you say that to all your sisters.”
“Oh no. You are my favorite sister because you’re the only one who never asks for favors.” Since James was a genuine handyman, as opposed to their poor father whose favorite tool was the sledgehammer, and who had a bad habit of destroying things before he figured out how to rebuild them, James ended up getting a lot of please-can-you-help-me-fix-Dad’s-mistake calls.
Since he was also the newly installed Sheriff of Hidden Falls, he’d also become the go-to guy for everything from flooding in the road outside their folks’ place to their sister Marguerite being recently convinced she had a prowler. James had driven over in the middle of the night to confront the terrifying creature—a raccoon that had taken control of Marguerite’s garage and wasn’t giving it up without a fight.
She sighed. “And there goes my favorite sister status.”
“No. Don’t tell me. Imaginary stalkers, barking dogs, crazed animals taking over your garage. Those are not my jurisdiction. I can give you the number for the Portland PD.”
“Actually, I do want a phone number. No, more than that. Do you have any pull with Fennimen’s Shooting Club?”
“You taking up shooting now? Damn, you are definitely still my favorite sister.”
“It’s not for me.” Briefly, she explained the situation and James said, “This guy you’re helping out, this Matt, is he someone you can vouch for?”
She glanced across the small lounge at Matt who stood there, scruffy as always, watching her. “Well, he’s a surgeon, so he is good with his hands, but I can’t promise he won’t shoot himself in the foot.”
James laughed. “He better not shoot anybody in the foot or I’ll have to arrest him.”
“So you’ll help?”
“Sure. I’ll be heading back down there anyway one day this week. Tell your friend to get in touch and we’ll figure something out.”
“Thanks. Hey, you know who my favorite brother is?”
He chuckled. “I am not falling into that trap. We both know your favorite is Josh, because he’s the only one in the family who cares about fashion the way you do.”
It was her turn to laugh. “See you, second favorite brother.”
She clicked her phone off. Glanced up at Matt. “Get your phone out. I’ll give you James’s number. He’s willing to meet you down there and help you get a booking.”
“Just text me his number.”
She rolled her eyes. “You don’t have my number.”
“I know. If you text me his number then I’ll have both of them.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “Why would you want my phone number?”
She was fairly certain she saw three possible responses to her question cross his face before he finally answered. “Because I may need to ask you some questions about this wedding.”
She sighed. “Your mom and sisters do all your dirty work, don’t they?”
He looked at her suspiciously. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I am going to do all the work of organizing your stag. And you’ll get all the credit. Typical little-brother behavior.”
She shook her head as she punched his number into her phone and then texted him James’s contact info. “Boys,” she muttered.
