Something Roxie had said in jest about her wedding to Vic bothered Matt for the rest of the day. “You can’t marry him…”
Well, why the hell not?
Yes, the law wouldn’t recognize the union. And yes, no church in the state would sanctify it. But who needed a showy ceremony anyway? Why not just a simple exchange of vows in front of a few dozen friends? Why not proclaim their love to each other that way, clothed for once, and wear matching rings to let everyone else know?
Heading back to his office off the gym’s pool, Matt turned on his computer and Googled “wedding bands.” Bands, not rings, but all the search results were intricate women’s rings laden with decadent diamonds. Not what he had in mind. He tried again, typing in “men’s wedding bands” this time, but the results only pulled up
