‘Not really, I’d rather sit here and eat chocolates, but if it’ll keep you out of mischief and stop you crawling off into the bushes with the best man, then I guess I probably should.’
‘Why would I do that?’ she asked, half laughing, half shocked, and he just rolled his eyes and smiled.
‘I was joking—but he is tall and blond and vaguely Nordic.’
‘And happily married to a very pregnant woman, in case you hadn’t noticed. Anyway, I wouldn’t do that!’
‘Good. One less thing for me to worry about,’ he teased.
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