“No,” Ted lied.
“I am.” Ryan went back to straightening his tie. “I know I’m gonna trip and fall or something while we’re heading down the aisle.”
“I’ll catch you,” Ted said.
Ryan caught his gaze and grinned.
“You two are gross.” Wally stepped up and held out an envelope to Ted.
Ted took it but eyed it suspiciously. “What’s this?”
“Echo told me you weren’t planning a honeymoon. Gonna stay here and prep for the whole hand-off thing,” Wally said.
Ted frowned at the envelope. It was fancy, long, embossed with Wally’s initials.
“Open it,” Wally said.
Ryan left the mirror and came to Ted’s side, leaning over. He smelled of delightful aftershave. Perhaps avoiding him as much as possible for a long period of time hadn’t been a wonderful idea; now he was even more distracting. Ted opened the envelope and pulled out a pair of tickets…to Marseilles, France. Tomorrow.
He lifted his gaze to Wally, asking a silent question.