Jo and the others were at the lab analyzing the evidence that they had collected. "This is definitely the gun that was used in all the murders," she said. "And it has Mac's prints on it."

"The substance on the victim's fingers is just like all the rest," Danny said. "It's glue."

"He escaped us again. We need to push those pictures and get out there and see who has seen this man. Someone has to know where he is. He won't go back to that apartment, but we need to talk to Mac and see if he knows where he was." Jo took off her lab coat. "I'm going down there to talk to him now."

Jo went down to the hospital and found out that Mac had been put in a room for observation. She went down to the room and he was sitting up on the side of the bed. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Mac jerked the covers over him. "I'm sitting up," he said. "What are you doing?"

"I came to see if you can tell us anything about where Wayne Bryant took you."

Mac considered that. "It was an old house," he said. "I was in the trunk of the car but it took us about thirty minutes to get there, I guess."

Jo wrote that down. "We can do a thirty mile radius and see what's there then," she said. "Anything else? Did you hear anything or see anything?"

Mac thought. "I've been thinking about that but I can't remember anything that I heard that was unusual or that I saw. It was dark there where the house was. I mean it was like there were no street lights."

Jo wrote that down in her notepad. "It couldn't have been far out of the city if it only took thirty minutes to get there."

"I think I remember smelling something like…salt."

"Salt?"

"Yeah, like you smell when you're close to the ocean, but I didn't hear the ocean."

"Did you hear…planes or anything like that?"

Mac thought a moment. "I don't think so," he said. "I was unconscious part of the time that we were there and then he gave me that shot of insulin and after that I didn't know anything." Mac paused a moment and looked at Jo. "Yes, I do remember something…there was a woman."

Jo nodded. "He threw her out on the beach with you. She was killed the same as the other women."

"He threw me out on the beach?"

"Yes. That's where you were found."

Mac looked at her. He wanted to ask something else but it was embarrassing. "I still had on those pink nails," he said.

"Yes," Jo replied.

"They finally got those off." He picked up a container with the nails in it. "You can take them back to the lab."

Jo smiled. "Even here, you're collecting evidence," she said. "I'll bet you made sure they wore gloves."

"I did." Mac looked at his hands. "That hurt taking those off. They had to get a nail artist down here to get them off."

"Now you know what all women go through to look beautiful."

Mac shook his head. "Christine doesn't wear those."

"You're going to your wedding, right?"

"I am. She deserves for me to be there."

Jo folded her arms. "I'm glad to hear you say that," she said. "You just don't worry about anything. We will take care of this mess. You marry that woman and go on your honeymoon and don't be calling to find out anything."

Mac smiled. "Thanks, Jo, but I'm sure I won't be able to keep from thinking about it the whole time."

"I know, but try not to think about it when you're having that hot, steamy sex."

Mac's mouth dropped open. "JO."

Jo laughed. "You're so funny. Do you think we don't know what you're going to be doing?"

"You don't have to say it."

"Well, I don't know if I can come to the wedding, but I am extremely happy for you and I wish you all the happiness in the world, Mac." Jo walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead and then looked at him. "Not only does Christine deserve it, but you do too."

Mac was silent a moment. "Maybe I do."

Jo stood up and folded her arms. "Mac Taylor. You do."

"My life will be different."

"Different in a good, wonderful way. I see how you smile when she's around…a smile that you never had before."

Mac smiled. "She makes me happy."

"Well, I'm going to get this information to Adam, and we're going to see if we can find this maniac and then maybe we can all come to your wedding later. It's at two, right?"

Mac nodded. "We wanted to have time to get up to the cabin before dark," he said.

"We'll have a big party for you two when you get back."

"Just get him, Jo."

Jo became serious then. "We will."

Jo left, and Mac lay back down in the bed. He still felt a little weak, but they had stuffed him with food. He did not think he had ate so much in one day since he was a growing boy. He remembered how he had ate then. His mother had always said he had a hollow log in him and she could not get it filled up. He laughed to himself at that and then he thought of his mother. He wished she and his father could see Christine. They had loved Claire, and they would love Christine too. He sighed as he thought of that fact that none of his family would be there. His brother and sister lived far away and he hardly ever saw them. It had been short notice, and they would not be able to make it. He thought he was getting tired of being alone like that too. He never saw his family. He had nieces and nephews that he had never seen. He supposed that was his fault. He never took time to go anywhere and do anything but that was going to change. Christine was in touch with her family and he wanted to be in touch with his too and he could take her with him now.

Mac got out of the hospital at around 12:30, but the doctor told him that he should go for a checkup on Monday to make sure he was doing okay and that he should drink plenty of water. His legs were still sore of course but he was determined that he was going to make it to that wedding. He got a cab home and went inside to get into his tuxedo. He would just go with it on. He was sure Christine would not care if it was a little wrinkled.

As Mac was fixing his tie, his phone rang. He grabbed it off the counter and answered, "Taylor."

"So, you survived," Wayne Bryant said.

Mac frowned. "Yes, I did," he said. "It's just a matter of time before they find you."

"Catch me if you can…oh, and enjoy your wedding."

Mac heard the call end and he thought about throwing the phone but that would do no good. He continued to fix his tie and then he put the light gray jacket on. The cumber band was red as was the tie. He was not sure he thought it looked good with that gray suit, but it was what Christine wanted. She would have a red bouquet. He knew that because she told him all that. He finally got everything fixed and then looked in the mirror. He remembered the day he married Claire. He had worn his Marine uniform and she had worn a white wedding dress. He had never thought he would ever be getting married again but here he was. He put the ring box in his pocket and started for the door, but then the doorbell rang.

Mac opened the door and Danny was there dressed in a tuxedo the same color as his. "You can't get married without a best man," Danny said.

"What?" Mac asked.

"Well, you were my best man. Hey, they can spare me for an hour or two."

"Christine knows about this?"

"Yeah, she knew Don was going to be your best man but since he can't…"

"I was going to have more but she only has one bridesmaid and…"

"Hey don't worry about it. Let's get go before we're late."

"Right." Mac closed his door and locked the locks on it.

"You got a suitcase?"

Mac stared at him a moment. "Uh, well, I guess I forgot that," he said and opened the door. He could not believe he forgot that. He had not even thought about packing anything. He hurried to his room and threw his duffle bag on the bed. He grabbed some jeans, t-shirts and everything else he would need and then threw his sneakers into the bag along with a light jacket. He was sure they would need a jacket up there in those mountains. Danny looked to make sure Mac was not forgetting anything. He knew how nervous he must be if he even forgot to pack. "You got your toothbrush, deodorant…"

"Yes, I have all that," Mac said.

"Don't forget the razor. Women don't like stubble on the honeymoon."

"I have that too."

Danny almost laughed. "I can't believe I'm helping you with this."

"I think I have everything. If I don't, there's a little store up there. I'll get it there."

"Great."

Mac zipped up the duffle bag and then they headed out. They got down on the street and Danny got in the driver's seat of Mac's Avalanche. "Come on," he said.

Mac got in and headed to the chapel where the wedding would be. He blew out a breath. He thought he was more nervous now than he had been when he asked Christine to marry him. He felt pretty good now. He thought maybe he had most of his strength back. He did not want to be feeling bad today. They had a long drive up to those mountains.

When they arrived at the chapel, Mac got out of the Avalanche and stood there a moment. "You alright?" Danny asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," Mac said. "Stop asking me that."

Danny smiled. "You're as nervous as a mouse in a room full of cats."

"I can't help it. I'm about to get married."

"I bet Christine is nervous too."

"Why don't you go over and let her know we're here if she's here?"

"Let's find your room first."

"Right."

They went inside and the director, who was Christine's aunt, showed him where his room was. "Is Christine here?" Mac asked.

"Yes," Rebecca said. "She's been wondering where you were."

"Well, I'm here."

"I'm glad. I was just hoping that you would not disappoint her. She loves you dearly." Rebecca started straightening Mac's tie. "Oh, who tied this?"

Mac cleared his throat. "Me," he said.

"That's what I thought. I can see a man's work anywhere."

Mac stood still while she fixed his tie. Then she stood back and looked at him. "There, that's better," she said.

"Thanks," Mac replied.

"Now, you missed rehearsal."

"Well, I was kinda…tied up."

"I'll let you know when to go in. You just go in and stand beside the minister."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And please don't slouch and don't put your hands in your pockets at any time. It messes up your tux."

Mac wondered how young she thought he was, but she was older than him. Maybe she thought everyone looked young. "Try not to be so nervous," Rebecca said and massaged Mac's shoulders. "You'll sweat."

"I'm not sweating now," Mac said.

"You will, trust me. I'll be right back with your rose."

Rebecca left the room and Mac stood there and looked in the mirror. He could not help but be nervous. What if Christine married him and then thought he was not as handsome as she thought? He rolled his eyes at that thought. She did not love him for his looks and he did not love her for her looks either…although he thought looks made it a little easier.

Mac paced back and forth and finally Danny came back in. "Did you see Christine?" Mac asked.

"Yeah, I saw her," Danny replied. "Beautiful, and she said to tell you that she loves you."

Mac nodded and then Rebecca walked in. "Let me pin your roses on you," she said.

Danny grinned as he watched Rebecca pin the rose on Mac's lapel. "Oh, I just hate these pins," she said.

Mac tried to wait patiently while she pinned the rose on and finally she got it to her liking. "Now, make sure you don't mess it up," she said.

"I'll try," Mac replied.

"Oh, you will do more than try, young man."

Danny could not keep from snickering at that. Rebecca turned to him next. "And what is so funny?" she asked as she started to pin his rose on.

"Well, I couldn't help but laugh at you calling Mac there 'young man'," Danny said.

"He thinks I'm ancient," Mac said.

"Everybody is young to me," Rebecca informed him.

When she had Danny's rose on, she looked at them both. "Now, you stand slightly behind the groom," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," Danny replied.

Mac paced back and forth in the room until it was time for them to go out into the chapel. "Relax," Danny whispered.

"I can't," Mac replied. "Don't tell me that. Do you have the ring in your pocket?"

"Yes. You gave it to me yourself."

"Good."

Danny smiled. He had never seen Mac this nervous. They went out into the auditorium and stood beside the minister. "I hope I don't faint," Mac whispered to Danny.

"Faint?" Danny whispered. "You better not."

Mac thought he was nervous, but when he looked at the front bench he thought he would really pass out. Not only was Jennifer Walsh there, but she had brought some others with her. They all waved at Mac as they realized he had seen them. Mac swallowed hard and hoped they would not disrupt his wedding. Surely they would not do that. He wondered what they were all doing there. He thought it looked like every woman he had dated, even Peyton, and some he had not dated, like Quinn and Jordan.

Christine came in the door as the music started playing. Mac forgot everyone else in the place when he saw her. She was dressed in a white satin dress that was covered in lace and had a lace skirt around the bottom that came up to the knees and the rest of the dress was form fitting. She smiled as she saw the look on Mac's face. She did not see anyone else in the room either.

They exchanged their vows and then exchanged rings. Mac smiled as he slid the ring onto Christine's hand and they looked into each other's eyes. Then they were pronounced husband and wife. Mac's smile brightened as he got ready to kiss her. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"I've been ready, Taylor," Christine replied.

They kissed and then they were off to the reception. Mac looked at the cake as they went to the table. It had red roses on it. "Did you make that?" he asked.

"I did," Christine replied and put her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss. "I can't wait till this reception is over."

"Me neither."

Soon, everyone came into the reception area, including all the women who had been sitting on the front bench. Mac frowned as he saw them line up at the table. He could not imagine what they were doing there. Maybe they wanted to embarrass him. He and Christine fed each other cake and drank punch together. Mac got himself a piece of cake and then Rose walked up to the table.

"I guess you finally found your way out of your depression," Rose said.

Mac frowned. "It was a long road," he said.

"Well, I hope you will be very happy."

"Thanks."

Christine was standing beside Mac. Rose shook her hand and congratulated her. Next in line was Polly, who had taken Mac to the roller derby. She was wearing a red dress that was rather revealing. Mac did not think she had changed at all. "I'm surprised you got him down the aisle," she said. "I sure couldn't get him anywhere."

Mac drank some more of his punch and tried not to acknowledge that remark. She had wanted more than he wanted to give when they went out on that one date. He had known he did not want to go on another date with her. Christine looked at Mac. "Who was that?" she asked.

"Nobody," Mac replied but then he saw that Peyton was coming up to the table. He did not want to talk to her but it was too late.

"I'm surprised you didn't invite me to your wedding," Peyton said.

Mac frowned at that. "I didn't think it would be appropriate."

"Oh why not? Are you afraid I'm going to tell her that you were a great lover?"

"Peyton."

Peyton laughed and walked on. Mac glanced at Christine to see how she was taking all that, but she was looking the other way and did not seem to be paying much attention but then she looked at Mac. "What is she doing here?" she asked.

"I don't know," Mac said.

Jordan came up next. "He's a great friend," she said.

Quinn came up to the table and got herself a piece of cake. "Kissing makes him nervous," she said and smiled at Mac.

Mac rolled his eyes and then looked at Christine. "You're going to have to tell me about all these women," she said.

"Christine, I didn't…"

Aubrey was next. "Congratulations, Mac," she said. "And to you too, Christine."

Jennifer Walsh came over to the table next. "He's quite a Casanova," she said.

"I am not," Mac argued. "Did you bring all those women here?"

"I just wanted 'Christine' to know what a playboy you are."

"I never did anything to you."

"You didn't give me that exclusive story like you promised."

"It's not over yet. The guy is still out there."

"And here you are getting married."

"I have a right to happiness."

"Oh, sure you do."

Mac could not believe she did that to him and he was sure Christine would want to know what all that was about. He supposed he knew what their conversation would be about on the way to the mountains but it did not matter. They had not accomplished anything except maybe embarrassing him a little.

When the reception was over, Mac and Christine went out to the Avalanche. Mac helped her get in and then he went around and got in. "Let's go to your apartment and change before we go," Mac said. "I brought my stuff with me."

"Yes, and I have to pick up my bag too," Christine said.

Mac smiled. "You think we'll make it to the mountains today?"

Christine gave him a seductive look. "We might not."

They got to the apartment building and went in. "Come on," Christine said and pulled him into the bedroom. She kissed him as they got into the room. She turned around. "Now unzip this dress."

Mac looked at the zipper and then pulled it down. She started to turn around but he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her on the back of the neck. Christine giggled and turned around to face him. She pulled the dress off her shoulders and let it fall down. Mac swallowed hard. "You're not wanting to get up to those mountains, are you?" he asked.

"Those mountains are not going anywhere," Christine said.

Mac took off his tuxedo jacket and let it fall in the floor and then took his tie off. "If you say so," he said.

"I do." Christine stepped out of her dress which was around her feet and went over to the bed. She threw the covers back and sat down. She started to pull of her thigh-highs but then Mac came over to her.

"Hey, I want to do that," Mac said as he knelt down in front of her. He kissed her leg as he pulled the hose off. Then he reached for the other thigh-high.

When Mac had that one off, Christine got him by the collars and pulled him closer to her and kissed him. "I want some of yours off," she said and started to unbutton his shirt. "I think this is going to be a beautiful afternoon."

Mac stood up on his knees. "I know it is," he whispered.