Apparently, they'd heard of him.

"Peter stood me up at our wedding ceremony to run off to Hawaii with his mistress." I smiled as I looked at Patrick, leaning into him. "Best thing he ever did for me."

The long dark haired man beside him snorted. "He had a mistress?"

"Yeah, I found out when she sent me intimate pictures of the two of them the morning of the wedding."

"You're better off without him," Kyue stated.

"Oh, I am aware." Very aware. I seriously doubted I would be this happy if I'd gone through with the wedding and married Peter. "I'm still waiting for the blow-up when he finds out I married Patrick."

Kyue glanced between me and Patrick, his mouth hanging open. "He doesn't know?"

"It's been over a month so I'm sure he does by now," I said, "I haven't heard from him since he called to beg for money because I canceled his credit cards."

Kyue grinned. "Nice."

I thought so.

"When he ran away from the wedding," Patrick said, "he took his mistress on the honeymoon that Zaq had planned and paid for. Zaq canceled everything. We haven't heard from Peter since."

"Do you think you will?" Lucas asked.

Patrick shrugged. "Maybe, but I don't care. He has no reason to contact us. There is nothing he can do now. Zaq and I are legally married."

"I changed my phone number when we got to New York anyway," I said. "I had to give it to my parents, of course, but I doubt they will give it to him. They are still pissed that he took off with his mistress."

"My parents still have my phone number," Patrick said. "But they think I'm still in Texas. Neither Zaq or I gave a forwarding address."

"Wise decision," Lucas stated. "Men like that need to go back and learn what it means to be men. Their behavior gives the rest of us a bad name."

Kyue smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Lucas's cheek. "Good answer, Mr. Kincaid."

Uh...

"So, Patrick mentioned that you're a nurse?" Lucas asked.

I hesitantly nodded. I was used to being looked down upon because of my chosen profession even by other gay men. How would Lucas react?

"Can I ask you a question?"

I shot Patrick a quick look before nodding again.

I was expecting a medical question about this pain or that pain. I was not expecting him to ask, "How do you keep all that stuff in your head?"

"Oh, um, well, a lot of studying in the beginning, but after awhile it just became second nature." That was the simplifiedversion. "I always have to study up on the latest techniques and drugs and stuff, though."

"Sounds exhausting," Kyue stated. "I'd rather race motorcycles."

Lucas chuckled. "You'd rather do anything that requires me to see my heart doctor."

Kyue grinned. "True."

I must have looked confused because Lucas chuckled and said, "Kyue designs and races motorsport racing bikes. On his downtime, he does just about anything that turns my hair gray."

Kyue slapped his chest. "It keeps you young."

"Too late," Miles Cranston said as he walked up with a short black haired man hugging his side. "He's already old."