Chapter 13
Just as Remy feared, they spent all blessed day at the bridal shop. After they tried on their tuxedos, he and Lane sat on the sofa and watched Kate and Angie parade past in numerous dresses, each prettier than the last. “What do you think of this one?” his ex-wife would ask, twirling around on the dais to look at her reflection in all three mirrors before waltzing back to the dressing room without waiting for a response.
Then Angie would appear, pirouetting on heels in a similar dress in a different color. “How’s this one?” she’d ask, taking her turn on the dais.
“I don’t know why you bother asking,” Lane groused at one point. “You don’t even wait for us to respond before you leave to try on the next dress.”
Remy leaned his head against his lover’s shoulder. “That’s because
