"That guy has no sense of humor," Fisher chuckled, feeling better today than he had for weeks. So maybe there would have to be some creative spins from the mayor's office to the press. So what? He and James were people, and they deserved to get married how and when they chose.
With a sudden, rough kiss, Fisher shifted himself on James' lap and ran both hands through those silky blonde locks, tugging them sharply. A preview, perhaps, of the wedding night. "I don't work until Tuesday," he whispered huskily, catching the usually scowling bottom lip in his teeth.