What kind of man will he be after an Ivy League law school teaches him new tips and tricks? “What?” he asks since I’m shaking my head at him. “I just can’t decide if I should be envious of or feel bad for your future wife.” Smiling, Carter drapes an arm around my shoulder. “I’m gonna marry you, remember? You don’t strike me as the type to spend a lot of time feeling sorry for yourself.”
