"You remember yourweddingday?"
He smiles. "Everysecond."
"Especially thehotelroom?"
"Of course." He looks out the tinted window. The limo is slowing. We're almostthere.
Fuck. This is about tohappen.
I'm as light as I was when I asked her to take me back.Lightereven.
Lacey iseverything.
And this, us being together forever, iseverything.
The limo pulls into the parking lot andslows.
Itparks.
Stops.
The driver's dooropens.
Ethan turns to me. "Youready."
I nod.Iam.
"I'll give you someadvice."
"You're giving meadvice?"
"I'm a married man. You shouldlisten."
I archabrow.
He tries to hold a poker face, but he breaks within seconds. His laugh lights up his eyes. All hisfeatures.
He's happyforme.
Everyoneis.
"It's good advice,"hesays.
"Goforit."
"Don't fuckitup."
I can't help but laugh. "How is that our bestadvicenow?"
"It'swise."
"Joeliswise?"
"He's a genius, when you thinkaboutit."
"I'll tell him yousaidit."
"I'll tell him youagree."