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!”
