Barlow, flashing a disarming smile, patted Harlan on the shoulder.

“A man should marry a virtuous wife. I must say, your taste in women is terrible."

Flustered, Harlan quickly tried to defuse the situation.

"I apologize. Brylee can be a bit headstrong at times."

Barlow quirked an eyebrow, replying, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Now, you may attend to your guests. Rosalynn and I will mingle around here."