A Wedding For Blueville

I’m still stuck inside because of my hand and my shop is still closed, which annoys the crap out of me. I’m having to dig into my savings to stay afloat. I am annoyed with Steve Miller. If he hadn’t been a big jerkface I’d be working in my shop, not just going in everyday to do whatever paperwork I can dig up or just checking on the place to see if anything is missing. It’s breaking my heart that I can’t touch my Nash. The poor thing has been sitting in the corner, covered with a tarp like it’s a DOA in the morgue.

Being stuck inside is also making me think about the wedding. Not mine, but Mark and Max’s wedding about two months back. I think it was the happiest I’ve seen them.

Ben and I had been having regular Friday night dinners with them for nearly a month and a half when they invited us as a couple to the wedding. Ben had already been invited earlier, but they pretty much told him if he didn’t show with me he was a coward. I admit, I didn’t say much during that conversation. I was pretty damn happy that they approved of us as a couple. Most wouldn’t, considering our backgrounds. More on that later.

Anyway, they were holding the event on the first Saturday in August. It was plenty warm and threatening rain all day. Ben arrived at my door to pick me up about five-o-clock that evening. I was a little nervous because this was our first big event together as a couple. I had dug out of the closet my only pair of non-black or brown heels. They were a pale green and went perfectly with the only dress I owned that was suitable for a wedding. It was a mint green cocktail length garden dress and I felt ridiculous.

I had to time to change after getting a good look at myself in the mirror, the door bell rang then and I went to answer. I half expected it to be Miles because I’d locked the door on him so he couldn’t barge in anymore. Getting caught half-naked with Ben on the couch the week before was enough.

It was Ben, whose mouth dropped open. That made me smile.

“I – You – I,” He stammered, which I found incredibly adorable. He stopped being adorable when he kissed me, walking me back in to the couch, which almost sent us over the armrest.

“Whoa, Nelly.” I said, laughing.

“You’re incredible. Let’s stay home.” He breathed into my ear.

With the heels I could see his shoulder. That was an improvement from where my face was usually buried in his chest.

“Oh no you don’t, I spent an hour getting in to this dress and fretting between the pearls or silver dangles. I’m going to this wedding.” I kissed him and pushed him back so I could grab my bag.

Ben let out a sigh and stepped back. His reluctance was showing on his face, it was drawn down in to a frown. I smiled up at him and tugged him down, kissing him again. I do love that man’s mouth.

“Later. We’re going to go have fun, watch our friends get married, eat too much cake, drink so much we dance like idiots and then throw flowers when they leave.”

“You’ve got this planned out, don’t you?”

I grinned. “Right down to the bottle of bubbly in my fridge for later.”

“Have I mentioned lately how much I love the way your mind works?”

“No, but I can always appreciate hearing it more often.”

Ben laughed as I led him out of the house after grabbing my bag. I locked up and we walked hand in hand over to my Thunderbird. I handed him the keys, he looked at me.

“You sure? You’ve never let me drive one of your babies before.”

“I’m sure, now come open my door.” I grinned at him when he came around and opened my door.

Before I could get in he kissed me again and murmured into my ear. “I know what it means to you, to let me drive. Thank you.”

I sighed and nuzzled his neck. “I know. You’re welcome. Now let’s go before we’re unfashionably late.”

I slid in to the car and watched Ben skirt the hood of my beloved Thunderbird. He got in and we went off to The Watch, the local hotel on the bluffs that overlook the lake.

Ben parked and we both got out, locking the car behind us. I skirted the hood to get to the walkway that lead up to The Watch, which was by far the largest building in Blueville. Ben took my arm and smiled at me.

“You ready?”

I grinned. “As I’ll ever be. Let’s go turn some heads.”




Part two will come later.



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