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August looked over his shoulder. "Did you expect otherwise?"
"No," he said hastily. "No, of course not."
"Yes, but... Ugh. I'm a mom."
"A powerful mafia messenger just stuck his tongue out at me."
"He will love it," she said, going around her to zip her up.
She would find it enjoyable. It was still warm and had a vague taste of a strawberry cheese danish.
"Yeah. Yes, us," he replied, leaning back against the pillows.
She flushed, covering Lily's ears. "Francis Craw."
She glared at him. "Thank you for the bagel."
Lark pressed her hands to her face. "Tez! You look so beautiful!"
"I... wow. I can't wait to check this out," he said, carrying the stuff over to the desk.
He was looking up at her, his eyes thoughtful. "We have a bit of a problem," he said after a moment, laughing slightly.
"You enjoyed your work. I did not."
"Oh, you're dead to me. Okay, let's get him a scone."
Lark passed her the dress through the bathroom door. "Here. Put it on."
"Thank you so much!"
He squinted at her for a moment before carrying her away. (Zoop!)
She looked shocked. "Does he really?"
(An hour before the wedding okay?)
His whole face lit up and he came over to her. "Aspen! That's so sweet!"
