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bite-sized breakfast foods. Todd had to pack down three plates just to counteract the champagne in his mimosas.
    Damon also had a big speech to give during the dinner and he didn’t have a word planned out. It was likely that three hundred strangers would soon learn how eloquent he wasn’t .
    The photographer and wedding planner gathered both families in for a big picture. Grandmas, grandpas, uncles, aunts, cousins—people young and old were crawling out of the woodwork. They got a few shots like that and then more of the two families separately. Todd crammed his hands back into his pockets and muttered quietly, Franco scratched his arm as inconspicuously as possible and Damon took a seat on the low terrace wall, mostly hidden by an enormous cement planter with flowers pouring out of it.
    When Luke’s family was being arranged in rows, Damon caught a glimpse of Andrew in the mix and he pushed himself further behind the planter. God, he wanted to punch that playboy mouth. It made him feel better to think that if it were up to Luke, Andrew wouldn’t be in the family picture at all. Not just because of what an ass he’d been to Damon, but because he was an ass in general.
    As the families finished up and headed back into the hotel for cocktails, Luke hailed Damon, Todd, and Franco. Over his shoulder, Damon saw Andrew lingering like he was going to make his approach and start the games. As discreetly as he could, Damon scratched a pretend itch on his forehead with his middle finger.
    Go screw yourself, pecker.
    He didn’t wait to see if Andrew got the idea.
    Luke gestured toward his wife and the bridesmaids. “They’re doing pics with Mandy and the ladies first and she asked Alarik if he’d get some shots of the four of us together while we wait.”
    Alarik. Not Godrick. Noted.
    Franco glanced around the terrace. “Where is he?” Lack of cigarettes was already making him cranky. Sandra picked a perfect time to put her foot down.
    “He’s on his way.” Luke squinted at the three of them, a sure sign he was feeling emotional. “Thanks for doing this for me, guys. You know, for being here this whole week. It means a lot.” He cleared his throat noisily. “The good news is that I don’t have to pee anymore, I’ve got a wife, and I’ll already have a tux to wear when Todd here decides to marry himself next month.”
    The smile that flashed over Todd’s face snuck up on all of them and the sight alone made them laugh. Franco made a crack, blowing off the last bit of steam since Todd struck a nerve in the vestibule, and all was same old-same old with them again.
    Damon nudged Luke in the shoulder. “I thought you were going down on that stage, man. Flat on your face.”
    “I thought so, too. That speech in high school came to mind like fifty fucking times. Mandy would’ve murdered me if I passed out up there.”
    “Damon was ready to rescue with mouth-to-mouth if you needed it,” Todd broke in, that smile still in place.
    Damon shook his head. “It’d be less about saving you and more about me getting the chance to makeout with someone. It’s been a long, lonely haul…”
    Luke pursed his lips and smooched at him and whatever he was about to say was cut off by Alarik’s arrival.
    “Hey, you ready for us?” Luke asked.
    “All finished, actually,” Alarik answered. “I got what I was looking for while you were chatting. I’m not a big fan of posed, school room shots.”
    Oh fucking perfect! Damon hollered to himself. The guy had a goddamn English accent. Added to his looks, it was a vicious one-two punch.
    Alarik was amused about something, but he offered his hand to each of them in turn. “I’m Alarik Elo. Pleasure to meet you.” He said the last to Damon alone and Todd and Franco snickered. Mandy must have shared with them that there’d be another known gay on the loose at her wedding.
    “Damon Wright,” he answered, and pointed to the other two. “Franco Di Alberto and Todd Howard.”
    Alarik