“What’s on your mind?” I ask. Lennox wasn’t this nervous an hour ago at the courthouse when we got our marriage license. She was cool as a cucumber, but now she seems out of sorts. “Nothing, you?” she mutters distractedly. Her eyes are fixed on her screen and the death grip she’s sporting might snap her phone in half. “I’m debating how much tongue I’m going to slip you during our first kiss after we say, ‘I do.’” She’s glaring at me through her peripherals, but at least that grabs her attention. “Funny.” “Will you lighten up? Who are you texting?” I nudge her knee with mine, and it calms. “I
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