Wedding Chocolate: Two Grooms and a Wedding. Adrianne Byrd
if you had tossed in a few words about love when you proposed.”
Randall took great care to not bust out laughing—but love? Cut him a break. Anyone who had known him more than five minutes, knew that Isabella Kane was not his type. He was a T&A man, leaning heavily toward the A part. While Isabella wouldn’t scare anyone out of a dark alley, she also never roused his lust either.
“I was nervous,” Randall offered weakly. “Plus, she left me on bended knee for so long I began to take root.”
The senator dismissed the event with a low growling grumble.
“Isabella has been down in Atlanta with her sorority sisters for nearly a week and she has not called me once.” Randall continued to worry. “I, on the other hand, have left message after message.”
“Ah.” Kane finally lifted his chin and removed his reading glasses. “Now we get to the truth of the matter. Has my daughter managed to wound your pride? Perhaps you care for her more than you like to admit?”
Careful not to offend, Randall chose his words wisely. “Of course I have feelings for her. We’re engaged.”
The senator leaned back in his massive leather chair. “In this town, love and marriage have very little to do with anything. I’m sure you’ve learned that much.”
Hell, he had learned it in childhood. Leon Jarrett, a crafty lobbyist turned congressman learned the importance of marrying up when he left Randall’s mother, whose great crime was being the daughter of a man who owned some shady strip bars in Alabama, for his stepmother, Eunice Temple. Eunice had the good fortune of graduating from Oxford and had a political lineage that ran all the way back to the first African-American congressman, Joseph Rainey.
The right political pairing was crucial to one’s career.
“You’re really worried about this thing, aren’t you?” Kane asked. His keen gaze studied Randall.
“I just don’t like any surprises. That’s all.”
The senator nodded. “Very well. I’ll have another talk with her and reinforce my stance on the marriage.”
Randall relaxed. One thing he knew about his fiancée was how much of a daddy’s girl she was. “Thank you, sir.”
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