“It does look like that.”
There was no regret in his eyes. No remorse. No hesitation. Just happiness, and maybe a bright edge of nerves.
Good, I thought with a grin. Those nerves will keep him honest.
Ethan nodded. “That takes care of the officiate. What else?”
“If we’re doing this,” I said, “we’re doing it right. We need the traditional things—something old, new, borrowed, blue.”
I looked around, grabbed the pocket square from Ethan’s jacket, pressed it into Mallory’s hand. “Blue,” I said, and Mallory’s eyes filled with tears of shock and surprise. She squeezed her fingers around it.
“Thank you,” she mouthed.
“Borrowed,” my grandfather said, pulling a watch from his pocket and extending it to Catcher. “My father gave it to me, and I’d be honored for you to carry it.”
Obviously swamped with emotion, Catcher wrapped his arms around my grandfather, squeezed. “That is . . . that is just excellent, Chuck.”
“Damn it,” I murmured, knuckling my own tears away. “I didn’t want to cry any more this week.”
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to avoid it,” Lindsey said, putting her arms through mine and Mallory’s, linking us together. “We are going to be mewling like kittens before the night’s up.”
“And then Mallory will be mewling like a kitten for entirely different reasons.”
We all looked back at Jeff, found his eyebrows winging up and down in amusement. “No? Too soon?”
“For the officiate, yes,” I said.
“We need old and new,” my grandfather said, avoiding the byplay.
“I believe I count as old,” Ethan said. “Technically.”
Mallory and I exchanged a look.
“Four centuries is probably as good as you’re going to get,” I said.
“Then we’ll check that box,” she said. “New?”
“I got this,” Jeff said, squinting as he patted down his pockets. After several groping seconds, he pulled out a small green keychain with a single key attached. It was a square of green rubber, “JQ” embossed in lime letters.
“New Jakob’s Quest swag came out this week,” he said, passing it over to Mallory with a sheepish grin.
“That’ll do,” Mallory said kindly. “Thank you very much.”
Jeff nodded. “You’re welcome. And I think that’s it. New, borrowed, blue, vampire.”
Ethan grinned. “Shall we get arranged?”
Mallory looked at me, squealed. “I’m getting married! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!”
“I think you are,” I said. “But you didn’t get a proper bachelorette party.”
“Are you kidding me?” Mal whirled a finger in the air, gesturing to the tent and surroundings. “This was exactly as kick-ass as a bachelorette party needs to be. Food, drinks, vampire excitement. Sullivan knows how to throw a party.”
“I do,” Sullivan agreed.
“Bouquet!” Jeff said, then dashed over to a peony bush, snapped off an early white bloom nearly as big as a salad plate, and carried it back to Mallory. “Milady.”
She took it, sniffing the bloom’s frilled petals, and nodded. “Thanks.”
“Actually,” I said, glancing between Catcher and Mallory, “there is just one more thing.”
Before anyone could argue, I grabbed Catcher’s arm, dragged him a few yards away to the other side of a hydrangea border that hadn’t yet bloomed.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked when I pulled him to a stop.
I fixed on my most powerful and predatory expression. “Mallory’s parents aren’t here, but I am. You want to marry her, you’ll need my permission.”
“You cannot be serious.”
“I am as serious as it comes. Are you marrying her because you want back in the Order?”
For a moment, he stared me down in hard silence. “If you were a man, I’d punch you in the face.”
I lifted my eyebrows expectantly. “You haven’t answered the question.”
When Catcher realized I was serious, he relented, sighed hard. “Of course I’m not. The timing is convenient, yeah. But the marriage is love. Her and me.” He shook his head. “I nearly lost her once. I won’t lose her again.”
When his eyes went misty, I looked away. He wouldn’t have wanted to be caught with tears in his eyes, and he’d have gotten me started again, too. And besides, he’d answered my question. It wasn’t just about the Order for Catcher. By the look in his eyes—the clear adoration—that had only been an issue of timing.
The ball of concern in my gut unknotted, and I smiled at him. “Okay, then.”
“I should still punch you.”
“Considering the present company, I don’t recommend it.” I slipped an arm through his. “Let’s go get you hitched.”
Everything all right? Ethan asked with some amusement when we joined them again.
Just making sure we’re all on the same page.
I assume, since he’s still breathing, that we are.
You’d be correct.
We scooted around so Mallory and Catcher stood facing each other, Jeff in front of them, the rest of us in the audience. We were an odd group, some of us newly acquainted, some of us friends for a very long time. And what better reason to come together than love?
Jeff cleared his throat, looked around, and when he got a nod from Catcher, began to speak.
“Friends, family, vampires. We are gathered on this really odd night to witness the marriage of Catcher Eustice Bell—”
My eyes brightened. “Your middle name is ‘Eustice’?”
“It’s a family name,” Catcher said. “Shut your piehole. Keep going, Jeff.”
“Catcher Eustice Bell,” Jeff said again, with a wink for me, “and Mallory Delancey Carmichael.”
He looked back at Catcher. “Catcher, do you take Mallory to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live, including accidental or intentional immortality?”
Catcher ignored the supernatural smart-assery, reached out, and squeezed Mallory’s hand. “I do.”
Jeff smiled, turned to Mallory. “And do you, Mallory Delancey Carmichael, take Catcher to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live, including accidental or intentional immortality?”