“You’re moving in together?” Iris coos. “That’s so exciting! But not as exciting as Saint and me getting hitched.” Iris holds up his left hand to show off a plain band on his finger. Trav rubs his jaw. “Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but seeing as Iris tried to steal your thunder, I guess I should steal his. Rogue and I are getting married.” “Noooo,” Iris calls out while everyone else mutters something like “about time.”
