Second Lead in My Own Love Story
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Summary
At the engagement party for one of our former high school classmates, the bride suggested we play King's Cup. Whoever drew Eight had to do a cross-arm toast with someone of the opposite sex in front of everyone.
My husband, Luke Flandern, had always been a germaphobe. The second he saw the card in his hand, his brow furrowed.
I stood up, ready to help him out.
But then—Sarah Weaver, the girl everyone called the beauty of our class, who was sitting right across from him—asked softly, "Need a hand?"
Luke looked at her, and the frown on his face instantly melted.
"Yeah, sure."
