Hawaiian Wedding

Chapter 1 When Remy McIntosh got divorced, he never thought he would think of ever getting married again. Things hadn’t worked out with Kate, though they were still good friends, and his eight year old son Braden was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Until he met Lane Anders. After two years with Lane, Remy was surprised to find himself thinking of the M word again, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to wake up beside the man every day for the rest of his life. With Kate, there hadn’t really been that breathless feeling of forever—they’d been best friends, true, but had never really been in love, but when she found out she was pregnant, Remy did the right thing and proposed. Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out. They both loved their son very much; they just didn’t love each other. With Lane, though…things with Lane were different. Just thinking about him brought a smile to Remy’s face, and seeing him always made Remy catch his breath, even at the end of a long day spent together. Lane’s was the first face Remy wanted to see when he awoke and the last voice he wanted to hear murmur into him as he drifted off to sleep. He wanted to spend as much time with his lover as he could, and even then Remy suspected an eternity together might not be enough time to explore everything they had to offer each other. He was in love, pure and simple. And he wanted the whole world to know it. He’d found the perfect symbol of their love—a simple band of gold with a single, triangle-shaped diamond centered in it. Over the summer he’d shown the ring to Lane, partly to make sure his lover liked it as much as he did, and partly to plant the seed of a pending proposal. When Lane seemed interested, Remy went ahead and ordered the ring as a Christmas present. Funnily enough, Lane not only took the hint but ran with it himself—he ordered a ring of his own, this one for Remy. As they exchanged the identical gift boxes on Christmas Day, snowed in at the cabin where they vacationed for the holiday, they didn’t even have to ask the inherent question. The fact that they both bought the same ring answered it for them. All they needed was to set the date. Oh, and visit a state where gay marriage was legal. At the time Remy and Lane went from boyfriends to fiancés, same-s*x marriage was only legal in a handful of states. Virginia wasn’t one of them. Remy had suggested a quick trip to Massachusetts, which was lovely in the fall and was the first state to legalize gay marriage. An autumn wedding would be nice, and Boston would make for a quaint, romantic honeymoon. But Lane had other ideas. If they had to travel, he wanted to make it worth their while, and the big headline earlier in the month had been when Hawaii voted to allow same-s*x unions. Of course, just thinking about a trip to Hawaii made Remy’s body tingle all over, like a little boy excited about the impending holidays. The word was written in his mind in sunset colors, airbrushed over crashing waves and white sands, with palm trees swaying in a soft breeze. He pictured tanned bodies and fruity drinks served in hollowed-out coconuts. Hula girls, wearing leis and grass skirts and bikini tops, and cabana boys with disheveled hair and puka shell necklaces. Hawaii. Hell yeah! Straight or gay, who wouldn’t want to be married there? It would be the perfect way to kick off the beginning of the rest of their lives together.