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

“No more tries. This is taking too much out of both of us.”


Stephen took a deep breath and shook his head.


Stephen’s phone. Locked. Mike rolled his eyes, and handed it back.


“Oh, like you don’t have the code…”


Stephen’s voice was reed-thin, and Mike hauled on his good humour. Crying at a wedding, in his opinion, was reserved solely for those getting married. And only then if they absolutely had to.


“I don’t. Respect your privacy, me. Never touch it, don’t know how.”


“Bollocks you don’t. Just magically managed to text Beth that she picked her bridesmaids perfectly tomake her look more beautiful, did it?”


“Yes,” Mike said peaceably. “And you changed the code after that anyway.”


The unlocked phone was shoved back into his hand, delivered with one of those patented long-suffering eye rolls.


Chapter 47