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Caelan lets out a choked laugh. “I need a favor.”
Must be a hell of a favor, Claude thinks, if it has him worked up like this. “Okay,” he hedges. It can’t be money; Caelan makes enough of it these days. “What kind of favor?”
“I need you to be Dad’s date to my wedding.”
Claude and Danny broke up ten years ago, so that's going to be awkward.