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“I’m planning to get married.”

For perhaps three seconds Tully didn’t move, just sat staring at her, his expression a total blank.

Then he moved like an explosion, scraping his chair away from the table so it screeched on the floor and the jacket hanging over the back swung violently. “You’re what?”

Looking at him looming over her, Lacey blinked. “I’m getting married,” she repeated.

His eyes looked black and brilliant, fixing intently on her. “So...” he said. “Who’s the lucky man?”