time.”
“You three about done? Because you’re standing in the middle of the doorway, and I need some coffee,” Miki grumbled, trying to get past them. “You guys are like mountains.”
Bear was waiting for them once they actually got through the door and into the shop itself. If Barrett Jackson had looked a bit more Irish, he could’ve passed for one of Kane’s brothers, especially once Kane heard a sigh of exasperation when Ivo, one of Bear’s younger brothers, came out of the back room followed by a very wet shaggy mutt with the tips of his ears dyed blue.
Miki of course headed for the dog, and from the sounds of it made fast friends with Ivo and Earl.
“You ready to do this now?” Bear asked. The stencil in his hand was a familiar one, and Kane grinned at the stupid look on Connor’s face. “It’s been a few years. You sure you haven’t changed your mind?”
“No, I promised myself this,” Kane replied, stripping his shirt off and ignoring the mocking wolf whistle he heard from the other side of the shop, mostly because he wasn’t sure if it came from Miki or Ivo. “Let’s do this. Time for me to become a real Morgan.”
“You’ve always been a Morgan,” Miki said as he approached Kane, the scruffy wet dog trotting behind him. His lover’s fingers were tinted blue, and the coffee cup he held in his hand let out a steam that promised the brew inside of it was strong enough to strip off paint… just the way Miki liked it. “The best fucking Morgan there is. I’m including Donal in that.”
The kiss he got from Miki was as hot as the coffee, and Kane had to lean his head back when they were done, willing his body to calm down and fighting the instinct to drag Miki to the back of the shop to find anyplace flat enough for them to have sex on.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, a ghra,” Kane whispered into Miki’s ear. “The very best damned thing, and I’m so fucking glad your dog is a thief.”
A Cop and a Drummer
“YOU READY to do this?” Rafe peered out over the balcony to look at the crowd gathered in the hall below. “It’s crazy packed down there.”
Forest didn’t dare look down. The noise level was enough to unnerve him, and the lilt of Irish mingled into the chatter only drove home the importance of what was about to happen. There were too many things to worry about. Did he make the right choice, going with a mandarin collar tuxedo, especially when the guests appeared to be all wearing ties? Did he make a mistake putting his groomsmen in silver waistcoats when he was wearing a blue one? Did he forget to put someone on the guest list? And as his fingers sought to turn the gold band he’d been wearing for the past few months, panic swelled through his chest.
“Fuck. The ring.” He sucked in a hard lungful of air. “Who’s got my ring?”
“I’ve got Con’s. Kane’s got yours,” Miki drawled softly, picking through the bowl of peanut M&Ms left for them in the waiting area. “Get a grip. Not like you haven’t done this before, dude.”
“And it’s a small crowd,” Damie interjected, joining Rafe at the balcony. “Shit, smaller than what we played in New Jersey. You’ve got this.”
“Breathe into a bag or something,” Rafe tossed over his shoulder. “That way, if you’re going to puke, it’s already there near your mouth.”
“You’re standing up with me. You’re supposed to help.” The bag thing wasn’t a bad idea, but Forest didn’t know where he could get one. Instead, he began to plop on the settee with its one hundred pillows, then caught himself in a flailing stop before he sat. “Shit, I almost wrinkled the suit.”
“They’re not going to kick you out of your own wedding if you’ve got a wrinkled suit.” Miki popped a piece of candy into his mouth, then grumbled at Damie, who nudged him with an elbow to open his hand and share. “There’s a whole fucking bowl of them over there. Why do you want mine?”
“Because they’re better that way,” his brother replied, plucking out the yellow ones. Chewing, the guitarist perked up as the music from the speakers changed. “Shit, that’s our call. Gotta head down, guys.”
“You’ve got this,” Rafe echoed Damie’s words, patting Forest on the back. “We’ll be there holding your place in front of the