It's the summer break, and for the first time in his life, Mike would rather stay in the bloody classroom.<br><br>It's wedding season, and Mike is doomed to spend all summer sipping cheap champagne and pretending he likes tiny portions of posh food. From the passive-aggressive torment of Mike's mother-in-law to the insulting incredulity of his colleagues over what his mysterious husband actually looks like, Mike would voluntarily teach sex education to fourteen-year-olds for the rest of his life if it would only get him out of one more wedding. Even his husband in a kilt isn't going to save this one.<br><br>But there's nothing like watching someone else get hitched to remind him of where he's come from ... and where he's determined to go from here.

Married Ones

(They had a wedding photo, even if it was in the rain and taken on Jo’s iPhone, but Mike wasn’t allowedto display it.)


The honeymoon suite had been given over to the bridal party. The bridesmaids were ready, taking pictures of Jo’s niece in her puffy little dress, and Mike skirted around them into the room, only to be assaulted by a wave of perfume thick as fog.


“Need a hand?” he asked jovially, and Stephen rolled his eyes. He was wrist-deep in curly hair, helping Jo with a silver clip that looked like a rabid spider. It snapped into place violently, and he shook himself free to let Jo rustle to her feet.


And Mike mentally wiped away any and all regrets about getting married on the sly.


Chapter 25