“It’s really not a big deal, but I’m sure you’re not going to be happy about it. So... I just want to remind you that this doesn’t change anything. The wedding is going on as planned. It’s just... I’m going to have to take a little detour on the way to Iowa.”

Her eyes were as round as the dinner plates he’d just put in the dishwasher as she studied his face. She could feel her eyeballs bulging. “A detour where?”

“To West Virginia. Just for one night. I’ll be in Shenandoah by August thirtieth. That gives us three days before the wedding. It’ll be fine.”

“But we’re supposed to...