Page 94 of A Very Happy Easter

At dawn, the man woke with a startled shout,

“What’s this pain I’m dreaming about?”

But the bunny had vanished into the night,

Clutching her prize in the pale moonlight.

So beware the bunny on Good Friday’s eve,

She’s more than a creature that children believe.

She’ll snatch her treasure and leave men to groan,

With a basket of secrets all of her own.

“It’s from the boss,” Heath explained. “She sent it through the internal messaging system, and it’ll delete itself in five minutes. I suspected something dramatic might happen, but I didn’t expect it to be so…so…”

“Unhinged? Daring? Genius? Abso-fucking-lutely deserved?”

I owed Emmy a debt of thanks, although I noted she hadn’t admitted anything explicitly.

“You’re not upset?”

I knew I should be. A man’s life had been irreversibly changed, but so had the lives of his victims, and he just didn’t care. He’d tried to kill Heath, for goodness’ sake.

“I’m bloody thrilled. A tad disappointed that Neil still has a penis, but at least he can’t procreate. Wait, can he still get it up if he doesn’t have balls?”

“I have no idea, and honestly, it isn’t something I want to think about.”

“I’m sure Google will know. One minute… Oh, hurrah. Without supplementary testosterone, he’ll most likely be impotent. This is the best Easter ever, and Eisen hasn’t even put on his bunny costume yet.”

“And our wedding is also kind of important?”

“Oh my, yes. I love you. I love you and your cock and both of your fully functioning balls so very much.”

Heath burst out laughing. “If you’re not pregnant yet, it’s not from a lack of trying.”

“Are we crazy for doing this?”

“Probably.”

“But it feels right.”

“It does.” Heath lifted me on top of him. “Is there some rule about having sex on the morning of your wedding day?”

“I think the rule is that it’s bad luck for us to see each other before the ceremony at all.”

“That’s a shitty rule.”

“It is,” I agreed, settling onto his cock. “Rules are meant to be broken, and in a few hours, we’ll have our lucky rings. Then nothing can touch us.”

“I’m doing the work today.” Heath rolled me so he was on top. “Happy Easter, beautiful.”

I arched my back like a cat as he thrust. “This is my new favourite holiday.”

Twenty-Seven

“I promise to be your lover, confidante, and friend. I’ll be your ally in adventure, your accomplice in mischief, your comfort in sadness, your strength in times of need, and your partner in everything, for all the days of my life.”