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began and ignored him the rest of the time. Three rows back from that, on the aisle, was the guy he’d seen at the brunch—the slick photographer friend of Mandy’s that she couldn’t stop talking about at the rehearsal dinner. She’d actually sought Damon out several times with the express purpose of discussing him, it seemed.
    What was his name? Godrick? No…
    Unfortunately, the way the guy looked wasn’t as easily forgotten as his name. Upon first glance, Damon had been reminded of the actor from the TV show Lost . Not the Jack guy, but the other dude, Sawyer. Although, Mandy’s friend kept his jaw clean-shaven. He did have the bright eyes…the goddamned dimples. He looked very nice in a suit and very, very nice in a tuxedo.
    It was really frivolous to be so good looking, Damon decided. Whatshisname probably didn’t have to be talented in order to be successful, looking like that. And even though he shared similar features with an actor, he also seemed to share the devilish attitude and smirk. Damon didn’t like that, either, and that was mostly because he liked it so much.
    At the aisle’s end, the wedding planner directed him and Valerie like a well-dressed traffic cop until they were rounding a corner and crammed into a vestibule with the bride and groom, who were locked together and kissing pretty well.
    He and Valerie froze, and then simultaneously spun around to stare at the carpet, the wallpaper, dust…anything.
    Sheeze. Save some for the honeymoon, pal.
    When Luke groaned, Valerie broke her silence. “That’s plenty !” she barked. “Pictures, then drinking, then food, then dancing, then cake, then honeymoon and honeymoon sex, okay?”
    As the rest of the wedding party arrived and everyone was talking at once, Damon squeezed himself off to the side and was shortly afterward packed in a corner with Franco and Todd. The former was messing with his tuxedo jacket and the latter was leaning back, hands in his pockets and his eyes closed like he was going to snatch some sleep during the uproar.
    “Franco, what are you doing ?” Damon asked as he was elbowed in the gut for the third time.
    His friend grunted and kept fidgeting. “Sandra found my cigarettes. She’s got me wearing one of those damn patches and it’s driving me crazy.”
    Todd laughed, his eyes still closed. He didn’t have to say it; they both knew what he was thinking. You married her .
    For a second, Damon felt sorry for Todd. He wondered how the wedding affected him and if he was upset. Then Franco elbowed him a fourth time and he forgot about it, jerking around in the small space, forcing his buddy to stand up straight and tugging on his lapels until Franco was back in order.
    “Accept it, Franco,” Todd drawled with one eye cracked open in sympathy. “Your life is no longer your own. Sandra won’t let cigarettes kill you. That’s her job.”
    Franco gave both of them a sour look and stopped twisting around like a kid forced to wear short pants. “You’re just jealous I have someone to care about me,” he mumbled under his breath.
    “Maybe I am,” Todd eventually answered, but both of his eyes were closed again and it was clear he would say no more.
    The wedding planner squeezed her way into the vestibule with the twenty of them and the family members that were arriving for pictures by the second. She was small, but she had a commanding voice and it was the work of a moment for them to follow her obediently to the private terrace and lawns that Mandy had requested for pictures. They were informed that the group pictures would be done first, allowing people to peel off to the reception hall until it was only the bride and groom left for all the frilly romantic snapshots they could ever want to bore their friends with.
    For his own part, Damon was excited about having a couple beers, eating free food and stealing cake for Davey. He hadn’t had a snack since brunch and that wasn’t really a meal. It was a sampling of