Epilogue
“For goodness’ sakes. Stop fidgeting. Here, let me.”
Dean’s father slapped his hands aside and set to adjusting his tie. He glanced into his son’s eyes, gaze examining in a way that made Dean want to scarper.
“I wasn’t this nervous marrying your mother.” The ensuing pause, though short, carried weight. “Are you sure you want to do this, son?”
Did his father not want him to? Stomach plummeting, Dean fought a wave of sickness. He could withstand prejudice from almost anyone, but not his father. His father must have read something of his awareness in his expression because the older man clamped his strong grip either side of Dean’s biceps. The man might be smaller but the none-too-gentle reminder brought home how strong George Chapman still was.
“If this is what you want, I’m ha
