"Would you like me to get you a wedding planner?" Richard asked, glancing between Ric and Cammy, his tone both casual and deliberate.
Ric leaned back slightly, resting his arm across the chair beside Cammy. "What do you think, Cammy?" he asked, his voice gentle. "If it's up to me, I'd like that. We're both buried in work, and I don't want you losing time with Dylan over flower arrangements and cake tastings."
Cammy nodded slowly, her fingers absentmindedly brushing the edge of her mug. "Right… Dylan's cast is coming off in two weeks. After that… I need to send him back to Duncan."
The air changed.
She didn't have to look to know Richard's mood had shifted—she felt it. The subtle but sharp click of his jaw tightening. The way his hand, which had been resting calmly on the table, now curled into a fist.
