“I’ll do that, Tony. I hope to see you soon,” smiled River.
Each man gave Tony a hug and back slap. When Moose’s slap sent him stumbling, he broke into raucous laughter, shaking his head.
“Time to go home,” said Cole smiling at the men.
“Time to go home and watch my brother marry his girl,” said Finn. “I’m the best man, right?”
“I’m the best man,” said Quinn. River could only laugh, shaking his head.
“Maybe I’ll have two best men. Then both of you will shut up,” he laughed.
“That’s not likely but it was a good thought,” said Quinn. “I wonder whether or not we still have careers. I guess we’ll find out.”
“I suppose you’ll know soon,” said Patrick. “No matter what, you’ve got a job with the family.”
“We have one more stop to make,” said Moose.
It took them about an hour but they finally found the broken-down motorhome of Leopold. They did him the courtesy of knocking on the door this time, hoping he didn’t slam the door in their face.
“Well? How did it go?” he asked.
“We’re here aren’t we,” smirked Moose. He held up a set of keys and waved his arm behind him. “As promised. Twice the size of this shithole, all the equipment you could possibly need with all the bells and whistles. There’s a full shower, Leo. Use it.”
He couldn’t believe it. They actually delivered what they promised. He stepped inside the new motorhome, touching the high-end finishes and admiring the new appliances. The recording and electronic equipment was beyond his imagination.
Stepping back to the door, he leaned out to call for them.
“Hey… Hey, where’d they go?” he asked himself. The men were gone but the old RV was sitting there and he couldn’t wait to ditch it. This was going to be amazing.
Before they left D.C., they packed up everything in Priscilla’s apartment, ensuring she would never have to return again. Now, it was time for a wedding.
CHAPTER THIRTY
“Stop fidgeting!” said Patrick.
“The collar on this uniform sucks!” said River. “I’ve always hated full dress.”
“Well, you don’t have to wear it much longer. Just keep still for now.”
“Shit, there are so many people here,” he mumbled to his father. He stared at his brothers, also in their dress uniforms. It was always like looking at a mirror, their smiles identical to his own.
“Of course there are a lot of people. We’ve got a whole fucking city here,” said Patrick nervously.
“Why are you nervous? I’m the one getting married,” he said looking back down the aisle and not seeing Priscilla yet.
“Because I want you to understand that this is not something to take lightly, River. Marriage is a lifetime commitment. One that you go into happily, with love and hope filling your heart. I adore Priscilla for you. I just want to be sure you understand all of this.”
“You bring this up now? Shit, Dad, don’t make me nervous or anything.” He smiled at his father, shaking his head. “Dad, I have no second thoughts. I love Priscilla and we’re going to make you a grandpa as soon as we can.”
Patrick looked at his son, shaking his head and then laughed, nodding.
“Hey, Dad? Thanks for being my best man today.”
“Any time. Besides, it stopped a fist fight with your brothers.”
When the doors opened, Priscilla stood in her custom winter-white gown, a bouquet of flowers that River couldn’t even name at her waist. But what had him tearing up was the man who was holding her arm.
“Tony,” he whispered. Quinn leaned toward him smiling.
