He grinned.
Jacques punctuated my statement by leaping to his face and licking his jaw.
I grinned.
Jacques leapt out of the way when I bent to kiss my man.
What happened next wasn’t a quickie, per se.
But as usual, it was awesome.
TWENTY-THREE
BEAUTY IN NEUTRAL
When Knox, Jacques and I wandered down to the wedding committee meeting (I’d taken off the shoes, I’d kept the hat), it appeared as if it was a full-blown OSRA (Oasis Square Residents’ Association) meeting.
Most of the residents were there, for starters.
There was also the normal theater style setting of chairs purloined from the courtyard and those that usually sat outside people’s apartments, which was the usual setup for OSRA.
And there was a long table on which were five big thick books resting in a line.
There was also a podium.
On the front of the podium was emblazoned a circular gold rimmed seal. It had Oasis Square curled at the top, a palm tree and saguaro in the middle with some ripples and lines that clearly indicated the corner of a pool, and Residents’ Association curved at the bottom.
That podium was new, all of it, including the seal, something I’d never seen.
It was also unsurprising.
Bill and Zach took their tenure as co-presidents seriously.
“Yoo-hoo,” Tod, our visiting committee member, hurried up to us.
Important note: Tod had planned all the Rock Chicks’ weddings. I’d seen pictures. He had the touch. As such, he’d horned in on Alexis and Jacob’s wedding because he apparently couldn’t get enough of spreading joy and giving brides and grooms the best memories he could manage.
He and his husband Stevie were also really cool dudes (obviously).
“Hey, Tod,” I greeted.
“Hey, man,” Knox greeted.
“Yes, yes,” Tod did not greet.
He bent, picked up Jacques, gave him a coo and a nuzzle, which Jacques returned (not the coo, just the nuzzle) then he took my hand and dragged me to the book table, still holding Jacques.
Knox followed us.
Tod opened a book, saying, “You’re only just official, and I’ve been wrapped up in Alexis and Jacob’s day of joy, so I’m warning you, don’t be alarmed at what you see. These are very preliminary.”
Holy shit.
Raye told me about this. So did Willow. And Jessie. Also Harlow.
It was my official wedding scrapbook.
Holy shit!
