Matt snickered. “Does anyone honestly think we’re roommates?”
“I just want it in writing,” Vic said, “now more than ever. I get that everything’s on hold right now but what happens if I get sick? If we’re legally married, Matt can make medical decisions for me. Or vice versa,” he added when Matt started to protest. “And God forbid, if I die, I don’t want the life insurance company withholding p*****t because we’re not legally related. Is that too much to ask?”
“I know,” Kendra said softly.
Matt asked the obvious. “So you’re not a legal…what’s the word? Officiator?”
“Officiant,” Kendra corrected, “and no, I’m not. Besides, you need a marriage license. Most localities have put all marriage requests on hold for the foreseeable future.”
Vic had worried something like that might be in effe
