Luke shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Knox laughed. “You just saw the woman whose grave you visit every Saturday morning with your mammoth dog and a to-go cup of Samovar tea, yet you expect me to believe you said nothing?”
The metal cut into Luke’s wrists as he glowered at Knox.
“Don’t give me that look. You’ve been the biggest waste of man hours, but you and that dumb dog of yours have had an angel looking out for you per Ms. Day’s request, or should I say per her threat.”
“I said nothing. She said … thank you.” His words mirrored the defeat in his heart. The only thing worse than losing her once was losing her twice. He’d had closure, but he would never have it again. Every day would be filled with worry and the permanent heartache of knowing that she looked broken and miserable and there was nothing he could do.
“Why did she say thank you if you didn’t say anything?”
Luke’s lip twitched into the hint of a smile. “‘God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one of them to say thank you?’ William Arthur Ward,” he whispered.
*
Day
“This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever done,” Luke declared.
Jessica giggled. “Really? More than skinny dipping with your parents?”
“That was insane. This is just ridiculous.”
“I’d help, babe, but I have long, painted fingernails for the first time in nearly fifteen years and I don’t want to chip them.”
“Dammit, Jones … hold still.” Luke grumbled as he stood and slipped off his jacket. “Hold this, I’m going to have dog hair all over my suit.”
“Maybe I should see if your dad can help. He’s more patient with Jones than you are.”
“There’s no time. Besides, they’ve already been ushered to their seats.”
Jones tilted his head at Jessica and she blew him a kiss. Luke rolled his eyes.
“He’s a black and white dog. I don’t see the point of dressing him in a goddamn black and white dog tuxedo.” Luke lay down under Jones like a mechanic under a car, to button up the custom made dog tuxedo.
“Millie’s wearing a dress, so Jones has to wear a tux. Besides this is Kelly’s day and the bride gets whatever she wants.”
“You mean it’s Gabe and Kelly’s day.”
“Yeah, yeah that’s what I meant.”
Luke rolled out from under Jones and lumbered to standing, brushing off his pants and re-tucking his shirt.
“Thanks, man, for being such a fucking idiot.” Gabe came into the room and smacked Luke on the back just as he slid his arm into his black jacket. “‘I’m going to the rescue shelter to get Jess a dog. You should get one for Kelly.’ Dumbest. Idea. Ever. The church is filled to capacity and my bride-to-be is having a breakdown because her four-legged bridesmaid’s dress has shit on the back. Who the hell buys a dog a dress with a train on the back?”
Jessica grimaced, backing up toward the door. “Sounds like I’d better help defuse the bride.”
Luke gave her a pointed look.
She shrugged. “Don’t give me that look. That’s why I had Jones’s tux made without tails.”
He rolled his eyes as she shut the door behind her.
“My apologies. Admittedly, the dogs were a moment of insanity. At least Millie fits in a kennel and doesn’t shit logs the size of Redwoods.”
Jones tilted his head at Luke.
“You know it’s true.” Luke narrowed his eyes at Jones.
Gabe laughed. “How did you end up with a dog that’s bigger than your girlfriend?”
Luke chuckled. “So are you nervous?”
Gabe wiped his brow and showed Luke his sweaty fingers. “I’m scared shitless. Half of all marriages end in divorce. But I’m so fucking crazy about her and I want her to be mine in every way possible. I’m just as big a dog as Jones when it comes to her. I want to mark her—lay claim to her—so the whole world knows she’s mine and I’m so fucking protective of her it’s ludicrous.”
“Please tell me those aren’t your wedding vows.”
Gabe laughed. “You have no room to make fun, man. For the past two years I’ve watched you worship the ground Jessica walks on.”
“Touché. Now get your ass to the altar.”
*
Millie the bulldog and her dress, minus the shat-on train, walked down the aisle with Jessica. Luke’s heart ached as he and Jones watched her move with elegance and breathtaking beauty—flowing black hair over her sun-kissed shoulders and a floor-length strapless, champagne dress. He absolutely worshiped everything about her.
As if she could read his mind, her grin doubled when their eyes met. “I love you,” she mouthed. He pressed his hand to his heart. It was ready to burst. He wanted it to be him standing closest to the altar and her meeting him there to start their forever. Someday.
There was a bride, some scripture, a poem, an exchange of vows, and a kiss, but all he saw was Jessica and all he heard was the beat of his heart. Gabe and Kelly walked down the aisle as husband and wife as the guests clapped and cheered. He and Jones met Jessica and Millie at the altar to walk out next.