“I can’t wait any longer,” Neal said. He set the golf club down. “I have to find Graham.”
“You’re hopelessly behind, anyway,” Karen said, and kissed him on the lips.
“What’s going on?” Polly asked.
Karen shrugged.
Neal stalked off. He wound his way through the Red Sea, across the Sinai Desert, and over the Mount of Olives. He just couldn’t wait any longer to ask Graham to be his best man.
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