Chapter 32
“Another bride, another June, another season, another reason…”
Tom Alan couldn’t get the song out of his head. Except there was no bride, just two grooms, and it wasn’t even mid-April.
He stood up in front of several rows of chairs in his tux and winter ski hat—purple—next to the handsome soon-to-be husband in his suit jacket, tie, and orange sneakers and boutonniere. Ben liked orange.
On an early spring morning in New York—very early, it was to be a sunrise wedding—Tom Alan finally met Adam Stoker and his look-alike brother, Richie, in the flesh. Not as much flesh as he had seen upon first laying eyes on Adam Stoker, but he was pretty sexy in a tux, too.
More important than hot, Adam looked healthy. He looked happy. He was doing great. A hundred and eighteen days clean and
