At my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law ordered me…

him, noticing how several nearby guests had quieted their conversations.

“What about son? ” The word son seemed to irritate him, his jaw clenched slightly before he forced another smile.

“About the ranch. About Avery’s future. our future.

This isn’t the time or place, Allan. I kept my voice low, hoping to defuse whatever was brewing.

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