Ian woke up without opening his eyes, initially. He was hoping to spare himself the glare from the morning light—perhaps afternoon light, actually—and feeling the aches from being in the same position for a while. Trying to move his arm, Ian found it immobile. Briefly concerned, he opened one eye to find his arm immobile because it lay under the sleeping best man at his sister’s wedding.
The wedding was a blur and he knew that he was in bed with his new brother-in-law’s best friend, a Marine—Special Services even—and a raging homophobe. He and his sister had yelled at each other over her dating Stephen, then their engagement and now their wedding. Ian had even thought to boycott the wedding but their parents had talked him into it and even being a groomsman. The new brother-in-law, Stephe
