Chapter 49
- It started as a joke. One of those casual, half-serious remarks that got tossed into the middle of planning chaos while all four of them sat on the living room floor surrounded by swatches of fabric, wedding binders, and cake sample boxes.
- "You know," Jonah muttered around a bite of vanilla bean cake, "you two should just combine your weddings."
- Beck, who had just slipped off his jacket after trying on yet another slate-gray suit, laughed. "Please. Like they could ever agree on anything."