“What kind of ring do you think Aiden will get you?” Pru asked, closing one eye. She slid down to lay on the marble floor, her dress puffing up around her. “No ring. No more sex either.” “But he’s good enough for you, Frankie.” “Okay, you’re clearly all heart-eyes and alcohol-ed because you’re telling me to marry the guy whose brother kidnapped your fiancé on the eve of your wedding.” “I forgot about that. But still, Aiden is amazing.” “He’s also a perennial bachelor who likes to swap out his women every month. And again, brother kidnapped Chip.” Pru waved a dismissive hand. “Details,
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