‘No one would ever dispute that,’ he says drily. ‘You’ve got to give your speech in a minute—I’ll introduce you two after that. Okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I say, turning my face so I can nuzzle against him. When I glance back up, it’s Gen’s turn to look weepy. ‘Not you, too,’ I say laughingly. ‘I’m sorry.’ She dabs carefully under her eye with her knuckle. ‘It’s just—when I think about what you two were like when you first met. Jesus, it was awful. And look at how revoltingly loved-up you are now.’
