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DARCY
“You’re going to do what?” Charlie asked, unable to refrain from laughing.
“She asked me to take some wedding photos for her. And she’s right. I do owe her,” I said. “I was a half-assed husband to her. Hell, I was a half-assed husband to all three of my wives—and every other woman I’ve ever known.”
“How does her husband-to-be feel about it?” Charlie reached for a pastry, but I snatched it from him.
“That s**t’s gonna kill you,” I warned.
“I take my insulin religiously,” Charlie maintained.
“And then you proceed to eat everything that’s not nailed down or on fire,” I reminded him. “You’re defeating the purpose of the insulin. You’re diabetic, remember?”
“How could I forget?” Charlie changed the subject. “Doesn’t her fiancé object to the ex being at the wedding?”
I shrugged
