She wouldn't drop him from fifty feet up...though she wasn't above hanging him from the rafters by the seat of his pants. Not that she'd do that without a good reason. And he certainly wasn't giving her one.
"Clever of you to ask you're taking my clothes off," she grinned as her shirt came over her head, "And yes. Who's getting married?"
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