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Regan grunted, and squirmed in his grip, snapping. “Let go of me!” She struggled in his grip more, her heart pounding frantically in her chest. Frick!

John leaned back against his wall and grunted. “It’s about the wedding. What the hell do you want for decorations?” He asked her bluntly. This was the first time a woman was marrying free of her own choice-in a way-So he was going to let her chose the decorations for it. He folded his arms over his chest, watching her silently.