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On the wedding day, I arrived early.

Reid was standing alone at the hotel entrance, greeting guests.

"All those years abroad and I couldn't find a single man willing to give me a real wedding," he said serenely. "Meanwhile, Marcus has been terrified I'd change my mind. He's been absolutely fawning over me all week."

"The man has terrible values," he added, adjusting his veil, "but objectively decent bone structure. I'll have some fun and then settle things properly."

I smiled.

Reid patted Owen's arm approvingly.

"This one, though. Top marks. I'll stay out of your way — congratulations, both of you."

I'd already told Owen everything. Walking into the hotel, he started to say something twice and stopped himself both times.

I laughed quietly.

"I know what you're wondering."

"Don't let the dresses and heels fool you. Reid is very much in charge in that relationship."

Owen's expression shifted into something quietly amused.

"Marcus is a lucky man, then."