“Kallie said it’s best if we surprise her, and again, she used a voice I’ve never heard before,” Jacob says. “Now, I’m in charge of getting you and Ethan a suit, which, by the way, Ethan is against, so good luck with that.”

“We’ll match.” I look at Ethan who sits in the back and just glares at me. “How about you wear the suit for the wedding, and then you can change as soon as we are married?”

“Fine,” he groans, “but I don’t like it.”

“Noted,” I say.

“I want to get married in my backyard,” I tell Jacob who just nods.

“That was already decided. That is the only thing Savannah wanted was to get married at either her house or your house.” I smile when I think about her making that decision.

We drive a town over to get our suits, and we all agree on a cream linen suit. Well, we don’t. Kallie said that it had to be cream or gray. When we get back in town, I drop Jacob and Ethan off with a promise to pick them up in an hour. I walk into my office and see that Bonnie isn’t at her desk. I look around and still don’t see her, and when I try to walk into my office, the door is locked. I knock on the door, and all I hear is rustling, and then the door opens and Bonnie comes out, her hair all over the place as she adjusts her blouse.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, avoiding my eyes. “I thought you would be gone all day.” She walks past me, and I open the door to see my father tucking in his shirt.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shake my head. “Bonnie, you’re fired.”

She looks at me with her mouth open and then looks behind me to see if my father will say anything. And being the awesome gentleman that he is, he doesn’t say a word.

“But …” she huffs. “He …”

I put my hand up. “I’m really not interested in the story.” Walking into my office, I say, “Just so we’re clear, this isn’t your office anymore.” He glares at me. “Why?”

“Why what, Beau?” He looks at me.

“You’re married. I mean, in case you forgot, to my mother,” I say. “Everyone talks, you know. You hear whispers, but I would always say it can’t be. My father would never do that to my mother. He loves her. And then I just ignored it because how can you fight for something that is a lie?”

“I do love her.” He puts his hands in his pockets. “But I have certain needs, and those things you don’t bring into your house.”

I shake my head. “You’re disgusting,” I say. “If I hear the whispers, don’t you think Mom does, too?”