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As alk up to the house, I have to keephi to take a concerted effort for me to keep my hands off him Especially when I kno I can touch hio dark and for our instincts to take over

But as the nerves in ly terrifying thought ofout will helpworse than the out from somebody else

Bryce rings the doorbell, and I stand a couple steps behind hihter and that soft tinkling of dishware that’s always at a party A minute later, the door opens and Marcy squeals in happiness She tries to hug Bryce, but the giant box he’s carrying and her hugely pregnant stoet in the way “Get in here,” she says “And put that down I thought I told you that you didn’t need to bring a gift”

Bryce strides straight to the gift table and sets the box down It’s easily the biggest present there Then he turns, and gently hugs his sister “Did you really think that I wouldn’t?”

Marcy shakes her head and rolls her eyes “What a to do with you?”

“Nothing at all,” Bryce says He then hands her the small box of place cards that I wrote out “Here are the place cards, and do you rehter?”

Marcy looks at isters ood to see you Ohhas it been?”

“Years,” I say, “probably”

“Katti is the one who did the calligraphy I was going to try to do it myself, but we both know that would’ve been a disaster Katti opened a bookstore in Boston, and while I was there I reracious enough to agree to help, and so I invited her along”

Marcy co “That’s wonderful! Of course, the more the merrier”

Over Marcy’s shoulder, Bryce gives me a look that says ‘I told you so’ I make a face at him

Between us, I feel movement, and Marcy beaoes Kicking again I swear, she’s not due for anotherto be out in the world”