When I arrived at the music store late Saturday morning, Dorian told me his news.
“Laramie and I have set the date for our wedding! It’ll be on Labor Day.” That was about a month from now.
“Congrats, hon,” I said and hugged him across the counter. “You have enough time to plan it? And where are you having the ceremony?” I asked as I stepped back.
“At Chuck’s house. It’s big enough for everyone we want to invite, and, yeah, there’s enough time.” Made sense. He cleared his throat. “Would you be my best man?”
I was touched. “Oh, honey, of course. Thanks for asking me.”
He seemed perplexed. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re still my best friend, though I’ve probably not been as good at that lately, as wrapped up as I’ve been in Laramie.”
“Well, I’ve been a s**t, too.”
“I know, but that doesn’t st
