“I have a feeling you want the wedding reception because of open bar and filet mignon,” I said on a laugh.
“That might be part of it.” Cassie grinned. “But how am I supposed to give you your gift if you don’t have a wedding reception?”
Wes chuckled and held up both hands in defense of her imaginary gift. A dildo. A third for the night. Handcuffs and a ball gag. You never really knew what you were going to get when it came to Cassie Phillips-now-Kelly. “You don’t need to get us anything, Cass.”
His tone said, “Seriously, don’t get us anything.”