“My father called me, all offended on my behalf that the wedding dinner isn’t sufficiently feastlike.” “Umm,” Roman said. “Curran is also now offended because my father referred to him as a pauper.” “Umm,” Roman offered. “And then you called over to the Keep and offended the dress designers, so they hunted me down this morning and invaded my house.” “You do need a dress.” “You’re not a wedding planner, you’re a menace. Stop planning my wedding.” “I’ll stop when you start.” “There is nothing to plan.” Roman turned to Teddy Jo on the trail next to him. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”
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