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Deliberately swerving the car slightly, I act horrified at the mere thought of a sidecar. “I’m not having a sidecar on my hog. No way, no how. A trike I can stomach, but not a sidecar.”
“You need something that will keep my babies safe, or they won’t be going with you. And where do you expect me to be while all this is going on?”
“Barefoot and pregnant,” I mutter just loud enough for her to hear.
“In your dreams, macho man. Damn Neanderthal is what you are.” Jamie spends five minutes insulting me and describing how men like me are the reason women took so long to get the vote. I let her ramble on because I can listen to that all day if she doesn’t mention Molly and Breaker again.
Stopping off at a gas station to top off the tank and take a quick break, I grab a couple of coffees and some snacks. Waiting for her to return from the ladies' room, my phone vibrates. I’m just reading the message when she returns and catches me.
“Who’s that?”
“Oh, it’s just Cannon asking where I am. I told him we were practicing making babies, and he was happy with that.”
When we arrive at the church, I speak to the minister, and he lets me know that he can perform the service in two hours. I ask if he could recommend a decent hotel, and he gives me the details of one owned by one of his parishioners.
Booking in at the hotel, we go to our room and freshen up. When I suggest taking a shower, Jamie thinks that’s a great idea, walks into the bathroom, and I hear her lock the door. Not quite what I had in mind and she obviously guessed that.
Walking out a few minutes later with just a towel around her, and a damn small one at that, I almost give in to my Neanderthal ways, but restrain myself as time is ticking away. The bathroom is free, so I take a shower and prepare for our big day.
Arriving back at the church with twenty minutes to spare, Jamie watches as I scan the surrounding area.
“You’re not worried that any of your father’s friends are going to show up, are you?” She sounds worried, and I put her mind at ease.
“No, sweetheart, it’s just habit. You know how it is. Let’s have a wander inside and see what’s going on, shall we?” Walking into the church we catch the end of a young couple's marriage. The front pews are full, so we take a seat near the back, and it is all very traditional with a white dress for the bride and such.
“Will you miss the whole wedding dress thing later?” I ask her in a whisper.
“Honestly, I don’t know. No matter how we get married, I’ll never regret it. If I ever do, I’ll have plenty of time to reflect on it.”
Frowning, I ask, “How do you mean?”
“Well, you’d be the reason for any regrets, so you’ll be dead, body parts spread across five states, and if I don’t get away with it, I’ll be doing time somewhere.”
“Oh, okay. Wish I’d never asked now.” Seeing the bride and groom walking down the aisle, their journey just beginning, I give them a smile and a nod.
Once all their guests have left, I approach the minister, and he just needs a few minutes to grab a drink for his parched throat before he does it all again for us. He takes a quick peek down the rows of pews and then asks where our witnesses are.
“Oh crap. I just knew I should have had Molly with me. She would’ve remembered all that stuff. I bet you haven’t got any rings either, have you? Goddamn it, we’re a pair of idiots is what we are.” Jamie is getting herself worked up into a real temper as I take out my phone and turn away from her. A few moments later I hear footsteps walking down the aisle, so I keep Jamie focused on her rant at me so my surprise isn’t discovered just yet.
“It takes two to tango, Jamie. You could have put some effort into today instead of relying on this meathead to do it all. It’s a woman's day supposedly, after all.” Seeing the flush rush through her body, I think I may have overacted my part, but just then a voice saves me from any regrets Jamie may have been working up to.
“Hey, boss, fancy seeing you here!” Jamie stops her rant at me and turns to direct her wrath at the intruder. Seeing Molly standing there, she just gawks at her, mouth hanging open.
“Glad you and Molly made it here in time, Breaker. Thanks for this.”
“No problem. Anything for a brother, you know that.” Breaker grins and we give each other a man hug and backslap.
Jamie and Molly are hugging, and then Molly pulls Jamie away to the doors of the church.
“Where is Molly taking her?” I ask Breaker.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be back in a few minutes. You need to have a quick change yourself.” Handing me a carryall, he winks at me. “Do it or face the wrath of Molly. I can’t defend you from that, bro, and I’m not even going to try.”
Opening the carryall, I see a pile of neatly folded clothes. “What the hell?”
“You don’t have long, so I’d get your ass in gear. Your cut will fit nicely over the top, so don’t worry on that score.”
Looking for the darkest corner I can find, I rush over and change. Walking back to Breaker, I am now in light blue jeans, a white shirt, my cut and a bolo tie with a Harley on it. There was even a polishing kit for my boots, but I’d already done them at the hotel.
