Page 133 of Luck Be Mine
“Thank you all for coming. We appreciate it.” Cait squeezed her husband’s hand. “Hunt? There’s Frank Walker. We should talk with him.”
Hunt thanked the two men and took Cait’s cue. A few steps away, he leaned to her ear. “Not a fan of the Command staff?”
“Oh, I could talk to Suzanna Gregg all day. The Lueks, not so much. Besides, we have tons of people to greet and thank. Let’s not get tied down any one place.”
“Agreed.”
Cait navigated briefly through guests with plates and party favors from the guest tables.
Hunt finally took the lead. Too many people wanted to stop Cait and talk. He cut through the crowd in front of them, many who were QM’s people, and twirled her with a flourish before stopping at the intended table.
Frank sat with his suit jacket unbuttoned and held a glass with something amber. “You look beautiful, neighbor. Touching ceremony. Congratulations.” He took a sip from his drink. “You clean up good, too, Hunter.”
“Thanks, Frank.” Hunt’s friend circle got a bit larger when he’d added the cop.
Frank leaned in. “But next time you two get married, you might invite fewer people with guns.”
Hunt stifled a laugh. “Not my call, Frank. Talk to Mackey. Glad you’re here, though. Thanks for coming.”
“Wouldn’t miss it. You know how to do food.”
Cait agreed. “Niles and Elizabeth make a good team.”
“Is that Mackey over there at the bar? He looks like a hitman.”
“Yep. Go get him.” Hunt grabbed Cait’s hand. “Doogie is calling us.”
“Oh god, what now?” Early on, she’d squirmed at the kiss cam before getting in the spirit. Hunt schooled himself to patience. He could honor the PDA requirement with command in the house, but man did he want to kiss his wife. Currently, the bench with the ‘Better Together’ sign was getting a workout with people wanting pictures in groups.
The rooftop was dark, the sunset gone, but the twinkling lights encouraged quiet moments, and the fire pit had a constant stream of guests.
So far, the tiramisu cutting was the most sedate moment of the evening.
Doogie took over the mic from the DJ and turned off an old Michael Jackson song. “Okay folks, we have a surprise for Cait and Hunt so if they could get over here, that would be great.”
“We’re coming! Hold your horses.” Cait’s yell surprised the hell out of him. “I get a s’more after this.”
Brennan stopped him. “Captain and Commander out the door with wives.”
“Copy. We said our goodbyes. Change if you so choose.”
“Nope. Won’t until you do.”
“Get some dessert then. Doogie wants us. We might be a minute.” Leaving was on his mind. His honeymoon surprise was eating him to pieces.
In front of the DJ stand, Doogie had arranged a table with a pen. Hunt put an arm around Cait. “Be ready for anything.” This time he kissed her.
“Stop all the kissing and stuff,” Doogie shouted.
“You started it with the kiss cam,” Cait complained.
“Shush, please be seated Mrs. Hunter.”
Cait widened her eyes and put the what-the-heck question to Hunt. He shook his head. “No idea what’s happening. They don’t talk to me anymore, honey.”
Doogie barked. “Right, LC.”
Cait sat with Hunt’s hand in hers. With the mic on, Doogie turned to the guests. “Folks, Mrs. Hunter has no recollection of signing her marriage license.”
