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last an eternity. Fortunately, it didn’t and Tate
got shot of her and could talk about being married with a smile in
his voice. Unfortunately, Neeta had been one of the victims of the
serial killer Tate tracked down. Neeta was so much of a pain in the
ass, she was the definition of a cunt, just a shade better than
Misty but not by much. Still, no one deserved what went down with
her.
    Except, maybe, Misty. And he knew thinking
that made him a dick and he didn’t fucking care.
    “Told her about you,” Jackson said in his
ear. “She’s already conspiring with Maggie, planning a celebration
for your return.”
    Fuck.
    “Not necessary,” Walker said as he started
walking again.
    “Don’t fight it, Ty. When Laurie’s in the
mood to be friendly, no one can stop her. And you know Maggie.”
    Terrific.
    “And, trust me, she cooks for you, you’ll
wonder why you even considered fighting it,” Tate went on.
    At least that was something.
    He pushed open the doors and hit the plush
interior of the exclusive jewelry store. The clerks looked up at
him and he noticed two go pale. They were the men. The women had a
different reaction.
    They always did. Though they’d rethink their
reaction if they knew he was an ex-con and what he was sent down
for.
    He didn’t care. All he cared about was it
was air conditioned. Spending five years in a correctional
institute in southern California he’d had enough hot to last a
lifetime. It sucked it was the beginning of summer. Even his
hometown of Carnal in the Colorado Mountains would get hot.
    But when winter hit… heaven.
    “Gotta buy a ring, Tate,” he muttered into
the phone, going direct to one of the women who was smiling slow,
turning fully to him, not knowing she was about to make one fuck of
a commission.
    “Right,” Jackson replied.
    “Got a new number. This is Lexie’s phone.
I’ll text it to you.”
    “Right,” Jackson repeated.
    “Later.”
    “Later and Ty?” he called.
    “Yeah.”
    “Congratulations, brother. Be happy.”
    “Right.”
    Walker flipped the phone shut.
     
     

Chapter Three
    Signing Bonus
     
    I sat in the passenger seat of my own car,
the glossy, violet and ice blue cardboard folder that carried our
wedding photos and a large envelope with our marriage certificate
was sitting on my thighs, a huge bouquet of roses was in my hand,
the Vegas traffic was heavy, Walker was driving us back to the
hotel.
    We’d been married by Liberace. Not the real
one, obviously, since he’d passed. A fake one. I didn’t know you
could be married by Liberace. I knew Elvis would marry you,
Liberace, no.
    I found this hilarious, totally loved it. If
I knew you could be married by Liberace, even if I was head over
heels in love with the man I married and thinking I was starting a
life that would last forever, I’d blow off the traditional and go
for Liberace in a chapel festooned with violet, ice blue and a
liberal hand with silver gilding. It was freaking awesome.
    But I wondered why Ty Walker chose Liberace.
I didn’t think he got a kick out of it because, as far as I could
tell, he had no sense of humor… or any emotion, really. It was
likely because it was the first wedding chapel we happened upon so
he swung the Charger in.
    When we arrived inside, the vestibule was
packed. Two brides all kitted out in big dresses. One had at least
two dozen friends and family around her, groom in a tux, girlfriend
in a bridesmaid dress, another male in a tux – wedding party. This
was planned. They’d picked Liberace specifically. Their posse had
come with them, vacation and big event. The other bride and groom
had about half a dozen friends around them, the bride’s gown
clearly off the rack and not fitting properly and her hair was a
mess as was her makeup. Her groom was wearing shorts. She’d
probably donned that gown in the car. They’d been partying and were
about two sheets to the wind, teetering on three. Not planned.
Spontaneous but happy. Good times that