Friday, July 25, 2008
Darryl sat with his hands palms down, unmoving on his thighs, as they waited for their turn in the courtroom. Their best friends, Rafe and Rob, would be their witnesses. Warren fidgeted beside him, but he seemed more keyed up than nervous.
Thoughts of the upcoming reception ran through Darryl’s mind. He no longer cared about how much it had probably gotten out of hand. Seeing Warren in his element, having a great time, would make it all worthwhile. Warren was bubbly and outgoing. It was one of the many reasons Darryl loved the man, and he could cope with a big crowded party to see his soon-to-be husband happy.
Darryl had stayed away from the reception planning after glimpsing the cost of the invitations. He’d decided it was better to just let Warren have the freedo
