A Will and a Wedding. Lois Richer

      Cassie grinned.

      “Are you kidding? With kids around all the time, I’m lucky if I get to eat.” She peered up at him through her lashes. “Why are we here, Jeff?”

      She watched as a tiny flush of pink colored his cheeks.

      “I, um, well, you see I was hoping that, well,” he stopped, obviously at a loss.

      Cassie smiled. For once it was nice to see the elegant, assured Jefferson Haddon stumble for the correct phrasing.