Chapter 99

“Later,” Hyde said. “You need some rest.” And he scooped me up and carried me over his shoulder to the bed.

And now today…

The room for me and Uncle Brad was small by Trunk standards, but we managed not to get into each other’s way as we showered, shaved, and began pulling on clothes.

In about half an hour Hyde and I would be standing before Father Timothy, the pastor of Saints Peter and Paul, exchanging vows for the third and final time.

Although maybe we’d renew them for our golden anniversary.

I peered into the mirror. Fortunately my eyes were clear and unshadowed; they didn’t show a trace of the nerves that tended to crop up each time I thought of the hundreds of people who’d be arriving this afternoon to see me exchange vows with the man I loved.

I smoothed a hand over my hair and tugged the hem of my tux jacket.

“Do you need any help with your tie?” Uncle Brad asked as we finished dressing.