Page 20 of Nothing to the Wedding

A whisper of laughter left on her next exhale.“You just don’t like it when I brew capers.”

“I love whatever you brew, baby,” he said.“Especially when Toria’s not in the room.Though… I doubt Roux’s any safer on that score.”

“You’d still bail me out.”

“Sure, ‘cause I don’t want to spend our wedding night alone.What happened the night we got married?”

“I got arrested.You bailed me out.”

“Yes, and I will always be around to bail you out whenever, wherever.”

“My romantic Scroogey.I thought this whole marriage thing was so you could invoke spousal privilege if you end up in tax court or something.”

“Well, that too.What’s mine is yours, that includes secrets.”

“I’ll take them to my grave, Casanova.”

“I’ll be there waiting for you on the other side.”

“You won’t die first.”

“I won’t hang out here without you,” he said.“Where’s the fun in that?”

“With your cock in retirement…” which they’d previously discussed, “I don’t imagine there will be much.Remember what I said about your exchange student.”

“We getting to the, ‘til death do us part, bit?”

“I can’t wait to hear your vows, I’m excited.”

“I can’t recycle the old ones?”

“No!They’re old, I’ve heard them.I need to hear new vows.Shiny new ones.”

Not like he had any trouble with words or the charm.Regardless of the day or the occasion, he always said the right thing.

“Okay, I can do that,” he said.“Just let me check the tapes of Kintyre’s wedding.”

“I was there, Skippy.I heard those vows.They’re not shiny new.”

“Not his latest wedding, his first one.”

Her mouth opened wide in silent shock.“To Julietta?”Affronted, she sat up.“His evil, duplicitous ex?You wouldn’t dare!”

He laughed.“Don’t worry, I doubt Julietta got an invite to our wedding.She’ll never know.”

“I’ll know.Oh, you’d be in so much trouble…”

“Worth it for the boob shot.”

Glancing down, her bare body was on show to the phone that had slipped a little further down the pillow.“Never gets old?”

“Never gets old,” he confirmed.“When you coming home, Lo?”

“I have Hatfield tomorrow.”

“Blow him off.”

“Thank God I heard that last word, or you’d be burning so much money getting married to a skank.”