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Don’t interrupt, please. I have the attention span of a puppy, and I’ll forget what I was saying.”
Maybe the dude already has his side chicks that he keeps on the downlow, and he just needs a wife for the formalities to satisfy Daddy Warbucks. Maybe all he’d expect of you would be to show up at family functions and annoy the shit out of everyone with your awkward social skills and lack of an Ivy League education.” I stare at Ryan in outrage. “Awkward social skills?” He grins at me. “You burped in my dad’s face at our wedding reception.” “I’d been drinking champagne all afternoon. It makes me gassy!”
Dani says, “And let’s not forget the time you laughed at your grandma’s funeral.” “I was eight. And corpses are funny!” Ryan says, “Or the time the security guard at the mall wished you a Merry Christmas and you politely answered ‘No, thank you.’ And the time our neighbor Jenny put her baby in your hands and you said the same thing and set the baby on the ground.”
Then, in a voice both soft and dangerous, he says, “No. I don’t care what other women think of me. Because they’re not you.”