That is a ten-foot drop!” I wave dramatically out at the railing. She huffs. “It’s six feet if it’s an inch.” “Tess—” “And by the time you dangle over the ledge, you’ll practically have your feet on the ground.” My eyes are wide as I stare at her. “I’ve changed my mind,” I say, shaking my head. “I want the opposite of whatever a marriage is. I want unmarriage.” She gasps. “Ryan Scott Langley, are you threatening me with the ‘D’ word while I’m wearing a wedding dress?” “No. I was very careful. That is a word that will never pass my lips—” “Oh, but ‘unmarriage’ is acceptable?” “Wait—when did you
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