“She informed me that it would not be needed.”
I paused at the driver side of the Jeep. “What part are you playing?”
“The coroner.”
I grinned. “Please wear one of your brightest Hawaiian shirts with matching socks and sandals.”
“From the delight you exhibit, I can only assume I should not wear such a thing.”
“Oh, no,” I said, getting into the Jeep. “You totally should.”
Than shut the door. “I will consider it.”
“The play is in a couple days, right?”
“It begins Saturday and is repeated Sunday.”
“Huh. What’s gonna keep someone from going to it several times and spoiling the plot?”
“I am assured the murderer will be different in each performance.”
“So you really might be the killer.”
“Murderer, Reed Daughter. As it is a murder mystery, not a killing puzzle.”
“Noted. Maybe I’ll be in the audience one of those nights.”
“Perhaps. Or perhaps you will be preparing for your nuptials.”
I sighed. “Yeah, probably.”
“Are you not giddy with pleasure at your impending marital union?”
“So giddy.”
“I sense sarcasm.”
I sighed again. “There’s a lot to do still, and it both feels like it’s never going to happen and like it’s been going on forever.”
“You have chosen the dress.”
“Yes, but there’s the bachelorette party my sisters have been trying to keep a secret from me, and then we have to do the rehearsal dinner. Who needs a whole dinner to rehearse a wedding? And we’re doing that this Friday, so by the time we get to the ceremony a week after, everyone will have forgotten their parts anyway.”
He was silent, and I felt a little silly having unloaded on him like that. Than was, of all the gods, a little slower to adapt to human behavior.
Things, like a bride having herself a little bitch session—when she should be happy to have family, friends, and an amazing fiancé in her life who were all willing to put together the wedding of her dreams—sometimes took him a little longer to process.
“Perhaps one could elope?” he offered.
I huffed a laugh. “One could, but one’s husband-to-be would likely throttle one in one’s sleep.”
“Then perhaps one shall have coffee and endure?”
Since we were coming up on Ordinary’s only coffee drive-through, I hit my indicator and rolled into line behind one other car.
“You really are getting the hang of this human thing,” I said.
He didn’t even acknowledge that with an answer. He did, however, dig around in the inner breast pocket of his jacket.
