Page 8 of Getting Hitched
“It’s fine. I didn’t want a big fuss, but you do, and some of our friends do, and I get it, okay? We’ve only invited people who’ve had our backs through my promotion, Jack getting shot, us all coming out. These people care about us, and we care about them. So if I have to put up with a party to please them, then I will.”
“Good, because all of them want to be part of this moment,” Jack said.
Mason nodded. “I know it’s been a lot of work, more than any of us realized it would be, but if we can make it through the next week and a half and get everything done, I think we’re all going to have fun.”
Jack grinned. “We will.”
“You two will, at least.” Gray was mostly joking. He might not enjoy it as much as them, but he would still have fun.
“Graaaay,” Jack scolded. “You know you’re going to enjoy our big day even if you won’t admit it.”
“He’s so not going to admit it,” Mason added.
Gray scowled. “I give you both what you need, and this is the thanks I get?”
“I’ll give you some thanks,” Jack said. He lifted Mason’s legs so he could slide to the floor. Then he crawled slowly toward Gray.
Gray waved him away. “Sit back down. We’re all tired, and I don’t need that now.”
Jack’s mouth dropped open in a parody of shock, and Mason snorted.
“You know what I mean. Jesus! Are you two going to be like this until the ceremony?”
Jack shook his head dramatically. “No, sir.”
“Of course not. We would never do that,” Mason added.
“Right,” Gray said. “When we take our honeymoon later this fall, I’ll have you two at my mercy for a whole week. I will get my revenge. ”
Mason grinned. “I sure hope so.”
Gray turned to Jack. “You are a bad influence.”
Jack dismissed his comment with a wave. “I’m wonderful, and so are you two. I can’t wait to stand in front of all our friends and say how much I love you. It will be beautiful.”
Gray couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, it will be.” Especially if he actually managed to say the vows he’d written without choking up.
2
When Gray lifted his coffee cup to his lips, he realized it was empty.
“Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Eliza Sanchez, another junior detective from Major Crimes, frowned at him as she rubbed her eyes.
“Were you asleep?” Gray asked.
“No. Yes. Shit, I’m sorry.”
Gray shrugged. “One of us may as well sleep while the other watches, since this bust seems to have gone to shit.”
He popped the lid off his coffee cup as if that might make some appear. Nope. Still not a drop.
“Out of coffee?” Sanchez asked.
Gray nodded.
“Why don’t you go get some? If they haven’t shown by now, what’s the chance they will?”
