“Ooh, maybe we should have a Mento wedding cake.” “I’m regretting every choice I’ve made since I woke up this morning.” Sloane snorted as she handed me an apron. I glared at it. “You said you wanted to help. I got a bigger one made just for you.” She waved it at me. “Do you need one with a Mento on it?” “I know several ways to kill a man.” “Does it involve Ment—” “Don’t finish that sentence.” She beamed gleefully up at me. “I love you.”
