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know. We'll plan it ourselves!"
    "Uh... we?"
    "Marco and I."
    I looked from Marco's roller skates to Dana's flamingo feathers. "Um, I don't know..."
    "That is the most fabulous idea ever conceived!" Marco shouted, slipping forward in his excitement and grabbing the arm of my pedi chair to keep from skating away. "Surely most of the heavy work has already been done. The wedding venue, the minister, the caterer, all booked right?"
    Reluctantly I nodded. "Yeeees. But..."
    "So all we have to do is decorate, organize, and deal with the last-minute stuff."
    "I totally know how to do this," Dana chimed in. "I've played a bride three times on the Lifetime channel. Oh, and I even auditioned for that J Lo movie about the wedding planner. I totally know weddings."
    "Me too!" Marco squealed. "Oh, I saw this special on the Home and Garden Network about these tulle rose bouquets as gifts for your guests. They were daaaaaahling! We must do those!"
    "Um, guys, I'm not sure..."
    "Perfect! Oh, and I know one of Ricky's friends that has this band that's totally off the hook. Usually they do bar mitzvahs, but I'm sure they can do weddings, too."
    I felt dread curling up from my pruney toes all the way to the tips of my fingers. "Guys, really, I don't think I need all this. I mean, the wedding's pretty planned already. We're good. Really."
    "Oh, yeah?" Dana challenged. "When are the flowers arriving?"
    "Uh..."
    "And the limo?"
    "What do I need a limo for?"
    "The photography arrangements, the tux rentals," she said ticking items off on her fingers, "the makeup artist. Do you even know who's doing your makeup for the event?"
    "Um... me?"
    Marco and Dana gave me twin stares. Both said I was totally outnumbered. Again.
    I threw my hands up. "Okay, fine. You two can plan my wedding."
    "Eeek!" Dana said, engulfing me in a hug that sent feathers up my nose. "I'm so excited, this is going to be the best wedding ever. First thing is to sit down with you and Ramirez and pick a color scheme."
    I snorted. "Fat chance of that."
    Dana her head around. "What does that mean?"
    I shook my head. The sad truth was that if I'd thought it was hard to get Ramirez involved before, it was going to be downright impossible now that a homicide was thrown into the mix. When it came to a case, he was like a pit bull with a big meaty bone - focused to a fault. As I voiced my concerns to my friends, I pictured his cop face earlier that day and had a horrible vision of me standing at the altar, staring down an empty aisle. Forget cake tasting, it would be a miracle if he remembered to show to the wedding at all.
    "Surely he's not that bad," Dana said. "He'll show."
    "Right. Remember my birthday? How I waited outside the opera for a full hour for him."
    Marco clucked his tongue. "And they were such good seats."
    "Double homicide in the West Hills wins out over La Traviata every time," I sighed.
    "But this is his wedding," Dana protested.
    I know she was trying to make me feel better. But I had a sinking feeling that tuxedos, slow dancing, and being barraged by four hundred well wishes while surrounded by delicate flowered centerpieces rated even lower on Ramirez's wish list than a night of listening to the fat lady sing. As he'd so aptly put it, he wasn't really a wedding-y guy.
    "Well, we'll just have to make sure the case is closed by then," Marco said.
    "He's right," Dana said, nodding. "If the death was solved, Ramirez would be free to focus on the wedding"
    I bit my lip. "I guess."
    "Good, then it's settled," Marco said, his eyes taking on a dangerous twinkle. "Oh, I just love it when we play Charlie's Angels!"
    "Me too!" Dana squealed, molting more feathers as she clapped her wings together.
    "Wait!" I held up both hands. If there was one thing in this world I had learned to fear it was when my friends used the term 'Charlie's Angels.' Ninety percent of the time it resulted in bodily injury.
    Usually to me.
    "Listen, as much as I appreciate the help, guys, there's nothing