At my wedding, one of our friends joked with the young son of Julian Hollis's late best friend.   "Hey, kiddo, where's your dad? I don't see him anywhere."   The boy grinned from ear to ear and pointed straight at my groom onstage. "My dad's up there! His name's Julian Hollis!"   The entire crowd burst into laughter. But when Julian slipped the ring onto my finger, I noticed something was wrong. His palm was drenched in sweat.   After the wedding, he shut himself in our room and chain-smoked one cigarette after another.   "What Leo said today is true, but it's only because my bro asked me to look after his wife, Claire Bennett, right before he died. And she wanted a child so badly... Relax, okay? Those two will never get in the way of what we have. I swear."   I forced a smile. "Great. You're just the most loyal, decent guy in the world, aren't you?"   Julian let out a long sigh of relief. "I knew you'd understand. Oh, by the way. I promised Leo we'd take him and his mom with us on our honeymoon. Make sure you book an extra room, okay?"   With that, he turned and walked out.   The second the door clicked shut, my phone suddenly started ringing.   The man on the other end was drunk, his voice thick with tears.   "Nora, I'm fucking in love with you. I don't even care if I'm just your side piece!"   I froze for a second and said, "Good."