Part 39 (2/2)

Epilogue.

How to celebrate a wedding: Beer, hot s.e.x, and donuts on your bike in the clubhouse.

-Bikers do it better Cleo 6 months later ”What's her dress look like?” I asked Molly.

Molly shrugged. Most of the wedding guests were seated and we were all talking as we waited for the wedding to start.

She was beginning to p.i.s.s me off.

Torren had ignored her all day long, and she really didn't like that.

Which, if I was being honest, was a good thing.

Torren had been crus.h.i.+ng on my sister for a long time, as had my sister for Torren, and neither one of them had done a d.a.m.n thing about it.

My sister had a lot of growing up to do at twenty, and Torren deserved better than Molly stringing him along.

However, it was none of my business, even if Rue liked to say otherwise.

”I'm betting she's wearing black. You know...'cause it is the end of her life and all,” DP teased, punching me in the shoulder and knocking be sideways slightly.

I shot him a glare. ”No, it's the beginning,” I quipped back.

He winked. ”Just keep telling yourself that.”

”She's wearing a dress. A dress is a dress is a dress,” Molly said stiffly.

Molly's words were heated, and I looked over at her to see her looking at Torren.

Who had his eyes on another woman for once.

A shy-eyed blonde with wavy hair down to her waist. She was wearing a slinky black dress that was really quite modest.

Tru?

I think that was what Rue had introduced her as.

She was a COTA, or a certified occupational therapist a.s.sistant.

The two of them had met at the hospital while Torren had gone through occupational therapy.

Tru worked in the therapy department of Christus Health.

Their paths had crossed from time to time, and they'd become friends.

I'd met her only a few times, but what I knew of her, I liked.

Even the part that captured Torren's attention.

I loved my baby sister and all, but I cared for Torren, too.

They weren't good for each other, and it was nice to see Torren moving on instead of staying in the same rut he'd been in for the last couple of years.

The music changed from the normal wedding s.h.i.+t to the bridal march, drawing my gaze from Torren, and placing it on Audrey as she walked down the steps of my back porch.

She looked great.

She'd been doing great, too.

After Tunnel had died, Audrey had withdrawn into herself for a few weeks, and it'd only been because of Cord, of all people, that she'd come out.

The two had struck up a friends.h.i.+p, that I could very well see morphing into something more given just a bit more time.

Then my soon to be wife showed at the top of the stairs, and all thoughts, except her, flew out of my brain and left me speechless.

I could, however, laugh.

We'd decided not to have a formal wedding.

Instead, we decided to have a backyard affair at my place, going for casual.

I'd been certain that Rue would dress up.

Don't get me wrong...she was wearing a dress. It just wasn't what I'd expected.

It was black and pink, to match her engagement ring and wedding band.

The dress was short, and tight.

She wore black cowboy boots, and had her hair up high on her head.

Oh, and let's not forget the property patch.

She was wearing that, too.

By the time she made it to stand beside me, I was practically beaming.

”You look good in my patch,” I observed, once the music stopped and Reverend Spano started the ceremony.

She smiled. ”Thanks. I wanted everyone to know I was yours. Lock, stock, and barrel.”

I'd given her the property patch, which was a leather vest with 'Property of Cleo' on the back, before we'd separated for the night.

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