“Today has been exhausting,” Sandy admits as the two men sway together to a vintage Lionel Richie song that the Melodramatic Sisters perform with such skill.
“One of the longest days of our lives. But it’s been superior.”
“And the most romantic.”
“I concur.” Jonah squeezes his fresh husband. He kisses Sandy on one cheek, his lips, and pulls away.
“What time is it?”
Jonah looks down at his watch; something he doesn’t usually wear, but today he does. “Almost eleven.”
“Damn. We’ve killed this evening.”
“We don’t have to leave, but if you want to, I’m up for it.”
“You took the words right out my mouth, and the thoughts out of my mind. How can we do this without being rude? I mean, we are the grooms and hosts. I guess we can leave whenever we want, right?”
Jonah’s cell phone buzzes in
