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 Careful there, young lady, Frank chided gently, eyeing her intently as she bounded down the stairs, full
of nervous energy despite her lack of restful sleep the night before.  The last time you did that you
twisted an ankle. A white eyebrow arched.  Besides, shouldn t you be getting dressed?
Several creases appeared on Dev s forehead as she frowned.  My dress isn t here yet. I assumed
Mother was bringing it. She must still be with Lauren. She grabbed David s wrist and looked at his
watch.  I m starting to get a little nervous; the wedding is due to start in an hour. She glanced around.
 Where are the kids? Then she heard the sound of arguing, squealing, and running coming from the next
room and rolled her eyes.  Never mind. She lasted all of two seconds before yelling,  Boarding school
in Antarctica for the lot of you, if you don t quiet down!
The children giggled at the familiar but meaningless threat, but did quiet down.
David picked up the coffeepot and poured Dev a cup.  Your dress will be here soon, Dev. Sit here for
a few minutes and relax. He pushed the sugar and cream toward her.  I remember a time when you
drank it black.
She lifted the sugar bowl.  Lauren didn t start drinking coffee until after she met me and this is the way
she prefers it. I started using a little cream so now we can drink each other s coffee without gagging.
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David smirked and made a quick motion with his wrist to simulate the snapping of a whip.
Dev s eyes narrowed.  Is there a problem?
 Ugh. That is just too sickly sweet, David teased.
Ebony eyebrows lifted.  This from the man who doesn t mind sharing his wife s toothbrush.
 David, Frank gave him a squinting stare.  As a physician, I can safely say that that is truly disgusting.
David s jaw dropped.  One time! I used Beth s toothbrush once after I lost mine on a camping trip and
no one will let me forget it.
Dev smiled at her chief of staff s indignant look. It was easier to focus on him rather than her own rattled
nerves. She asked,  How long did Beth make you sleep on the couch for that? Hmm?
David opened his mouth to answer.  Well 
 Enough chit chat, Dev interrupted grumpily.  I am not getting married in my bathrobe. She looked at
David, suddenly feeling a little unsure. Maybe she should have paid more attention to the planning of this
event.  Right?
David blinked.  Of course not!
 Then where s my damn dress?
Frank asked,  Haven t you seen it?
Dev shook her head in short, jerky movements that made her agitation clear.  They only took my
measurements, her gaze narrowed,  a dozen times. I ve never seen it. She turned panicky eyes to
David.  What if the designer forgot it and is too afraid to admit it?
With an exaggerated sigh, David pulled out his cell phone and dialed. He spoke quietly into the tiny
device then flipped it closed, placing it on the table.  It s on the way right now. Your mother is bringing it
over after she takes care of some special guest. The tall man shrugged.
Dev chuckled.  Since when is Aunt Myrtle special? The last wedding the woman went to, someone told
her to bring birdseed to shower the happy couple with  the crazy old bird threw the entire bag at the
bride and knocked her unconscious. The whole wedding party ended up in the emergency room, waiting
for my cousin to come to.
David just looked at Devlyn.  Is that a true story? he asked incredulously.
Frank sighed.  I m sorry to say it s true. Aunt Myrtle is one of my more interesting relatives.
 I guess that answers my question, David muttered, taking another sip.  I ll make sure security frisks
her on the way in. Anyway, according to Agent Tucker your mother is due here in three minutes.
Dev let out a tiny grunt. She didn t want to be late for her own wedding.
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 By the way, David said,  the no-fly zone is in place. A loud clap of thunder boomed.  Not that the
tabloids would risk their helicopters in this weather anyway. Between that order and this weather, you re
going to have a nearly normal wedding.
 Thank God. Dev slumped down in her chair. She looked at David s watch again, missing Liza and her
ever-present alarms and electronic calendar.  Aren t the three minutes up yet? I want to see the dress
that s costing me a small 
 Ahem. Frank s gave his daughter a look.
Dev blushed.  Sorry, Dad. She trained her eyes on her coffee cup.  That s costing you a fortune.
Frank gave her a small smile.  Devil, do you really think, with all the people working to make this day a
success, the least of which is your mother, that anything is going to go wrong?
Dev s shoulders slumped.  I know, Dad, but I love Lauren so much. And I want this to be perfect for
her. And you always expect something to go wrong on your wedding day. And 
 Don t say another word, Frank warned, pressing his fingers against Dev s lips.  Let s not give the
wedding gremlins any ideas, okay?
 Good plan, Dev mumbled against his fingers.
The door opened and Janet entered with a huge garment bag. She was wearing a cream-colored suit,
and low appreciative murmurs  that she was too preoccupied to hear  bubbled forth from Frank and
David. She licked her lips and drew in a deep breath before addressing Dev.  Now, honey& 
 Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Dev bolted from the chair.  That s bad. You never start a conversation
with those words unless it s bad. She turned wide eyes on David, who did nothing to comfort her.
 Very bad&  he agreed readily.
 What is it? Frank asked impatiently, getting up from the table and loosening his bow tie as he moved
towards Janet.
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