The day of Dorian and Laramie’s wedding dawned bright and beautiful. The time leading up to it had been hectic, but we’d managed to get everything prepared, and it only remained for the men to walk down the aisle.
After the rehearsal dinner the night before at Chuck’s home, we retired to the back deck with a beer for each of us. We sat, legs crossed at the ankles and propped up on the railing as we stared at the stars.
“Everything all right with you?” he asked.
“Oh, sure. Dorian ‘bout wore me out with all the stuff he wanted to get done for this wedding. It’ll be a relief to see those two hitched, once and for all.”
Chuck laughed. “I know what you mean. Laramie was worse than a mother hen. Who knew he’d be so fussy? I don’t blame the man, though. When you’re making the ultimate commitm
