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He took in the simple gold band on his ring finger. His tie was now long gone, along with his black suit jacket. His white shirtsleeves were rolled up, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone as he leaned against the oak tree in the backyard of the house he’d grown up in.
“So you’re pretty quiet over here, off by yourself,” Owen said. “Is this regret at jumping into marriage too fast, and now you’re asking yourself what you were thinking?”
His brother wore a suit, which was something he never did. It seemed no one was wearing a tie anymore, opting for comfort even though the ladies all still looked classy. Even Marcus’s dark hair had been freshly cut. He took in his brothers, his family, the friends they’d invited to this backyard wedding. Even the justice of the peace, who h
