Disclaimer: Buena Vista owns the Power Rangers. Erin's character belongs to EstiRose and Tigger, introduced in their story "Wallflowers" and used with permission. The wedding ceremony includes a modified Cherokee blessing ("power of nature, spirit of life"). Thanks to the folks at Waysmeet for their ongoing work and open doors.
Rosie met them at the door of Waysmeet, and it wasn't quite the insanity Hunter had expected. It was really just the five of them and Rosie, Grandma when she finally showed up, and their arguments over how best to pin a flower spray. Grandma was awfully good at it, but she kept redoing Blake's and Hunter wasn't about to put up with that. He let Rosie pin his flowers to his tux while Shane and Dustin did a practice run down the aisle with the runner.
He really didn't mean to end up with Cam's flowers, but some part of him must have been a glutton for punishment. When Rosie went to help Shane and Dustin, he took Cam's flowers away from him and tried to pretend he wasn't using any excuse to get close. He really was gonna be accused of mother henning at this rate, but what was more innocent than pinning flowers?
A whole lot of things, he decided, catching Cam's gaze when they were both pretending not to look. Grandma was still fussing over Blake, and Hunter risked a quick smile. Cam's expression softened noticeably. And what he wouldn't have given to kiss him then, just once. Maybe more than once. No... he'd settle for once.
Cam cleared his throat, glancing over Hunter's shoulder, and Hunter lowered his gaze quickly. He immediately pricked his finger, shook it out, and saw Cam's annoyed look when he stuck it in his mouth. He smirked, so tempted to say something, but Shane's voice stopped him.
"You guys want to give us a hand with the ribbons? We'll save half for you," he added, and it was impossible to tell whether that was an offer or a threat.
"Yeah, can't wait," Cam called back, the sarcasm unmistakable.
Then Grandma was peering around his shoulder, clearly not impressed with his effort. "Let me help you, dear," she suggested, in the way that wasn't a suggestion at all. Hunter surrendered his position with some reluctance, and Dustin immediately claimed his help with the ribbons.
"We're gonna put the rose petals under the table out front," he whispered, handing over a bunch of tangled ribbons that Hunter was apparently supposed to do something with. "They'll be covered up, so can you grab them and make sure people take a handful or something on their way out front?"
Hunter nodded, holding up the ribbons inquiringly. "What am I supposed to do with these?"
Dustin untangled one and pointed at the chairs that lined the aisle. "I dunno, we're just tying them in a bow here. Grandma says Tori's mom sent them, but she doesn't know why exactly."
Cam joined them a moment later, and Rosie and Grandma made sure Shane and Dustin ended up with the appropriate flowers. They all hung out in the chapel for as long as they could get away with it, until the first guests started to arrive. It wasn't anyone Hunter knew, though they were expecting Senseis Omino and Watanabe before the ceremony started.
Leane was supposed to be coming too, and wouldn't she just have a field day with Cam. She had teased him about Cam literally for years, the way only a foster sister could and get away with it. He tried to keep them apart as much as possible.
"Well, this is it," Blake said, as they made themselves scarce. There was a prep room off to one side of the chapel, and Rosie had told them that waiting there was up to them. She wasn't going to tell them how to run a wedding, and for that Hunter already liked her.
"You nervous?" he asked his brother, settling on the arm of one of the chairs.
"Totally," Blake said, with a silly grin that gave the lie to his answer. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. It doesn't even feel real."
"It's real, bro." Hunter smiled ruefully at that, not sure he was one to talk. "But I kind of know what you mean. I keep thinking I'm gonna wake up and it will all be a dream."
"Yeah..." Blake studied him. "You apologize to Cam?"
Hunter nodded, not trusting himself to say any more.
"You want to explain that smirk?" Blake prompted. That grin still defined his expression. "C'mon, bro; you can listen to me go on about the wedding or you can tell me what you said to Cam. Up to you."
Hunter went to stuff his hands in his pockets before he remembered what he was wearing. "We kind of... talked," he mumbled to the floor. "You know. Figured out where we stand."
"Which is?" Blake wanted to know.
"You really don't have anything better to think about?" Hunter asked, trying to hide his smile. Now just thinking about Cam was making him grin. That was great. If nothing else, being friends had been easier. And a lot less conspicuous.
"I have to be distracted," Blake informed him. "That's your job."
"Sure, right," Hunter agreed with a grin. It was supposed to be a sigh, but it came out as a grin anyway. "I'll distract you all the way through the ceremony, and Tor'll just love me for that."
"Until the ceremony," Blake stressed. "Until the ceremony, bro."
"Ah. Right." Hunter pretended to consider this, then gave his brother a sidelong glance. He was so gonna get mocked for this, but it certainly fell into the category of distraction. "Hey, bro--how'd you know you were in love with Tori?"
Blake leaned back against the door, regarding him with open amusement. "This about me? Or you?"
Hunter just shrugged. He couldn't get used to Blake being smarter than him, sometimes. You looked out for your little bro, you didn't go to him for advice. But who else was there? He'd die before he asked his "big sister" for help. He wasn't as close to Sensei as he'd once been, and to be honest, he couldn't imagine ever asking him about this.
"I don't know," Blake said, sobering when Hunter didn't respond. "I guess... maybe it's not about knowing, so much. It's just something I feel."
"Since when?" Hunter wanted to know. "From the first time you saw her?"
Blake snorted. "Yeah, right. You know I don't believe in that stuff, bro. She was just a cute chick. A really cute chick," he added with a smirk, "but still. You don't fall for someone just by looking at them."
"Then how?" Hunter insisted. "What," he added, when Blake shook his head. "Tori never grilled you about this stuff?"
Blake just grinned at him. "You're thinking way too much about this, bro."
"That'd be a first," Hunter muttered.
"Look, it's simple." Blake folded his arms, insufferably amused by the whole situation. "Who's the most important person in your life?"
"You," Hunter replied promptly.
"After me," Blake countered.
Hunter didn't answer.
"Cam, right?" Blake didn't even wait for him to reply. "There you go. Just tell him and get it over with."
"Just because he's important doesn't mean I love him," Hunter argued.
Blake rolled his eyes. "No, of course not. It just means you feel more strongly about him than anyone else in the world. So I'm guessing you're either in love with him, or you really hate him."
"Some days I could go either way," Hunter grumbled.
"Bro..." Blake frowned a little, his expression becoming more thoughtful. "You and me. We're not so good with family, right? With love, and stuff like that." He didn't seem to expect an answer, and for a long moment he just stood there, arms crossed, staring at the desk beside Hunter.
"We're not close to a lot of people," Blake said at last. "It doesn't mean we can't be, we're just--not used to it." He looked up at Hunter then, giving him a self-conscious smile. "So I guess... when someone comes along who does want to be close... don't push them away just because it feels strange at first."
Hunter stared back at him, wondering. When had Blake grown up? He'd thought he was paying attention. "Did it feel strange to you?"
"Yeah," Blake said emphatically, and his grin was back. "Really strange. Like, 'oh God, if she really knew me she wouldn't feel that way' strange."
"Yeah," Hunter echoed. More quietly, he admitted, "I know what you mean."
Blake straightened up, wandering over to the chair and sitting down next to Hunter. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until finally Blake remarked, "You and Cam are good together, bro. I think it'd be cool if you got together."
"Yeah?" Hunter twisted a little to look down at him. "Well, if I have your blessing. I'll just propose now."
That made Blake chuckle. "Yeah, I can see you guys getting married. With your schedules, you'd have to do it over the phone."
"We could do it by webcast," Hunter said thoughtfully. "That way we could have lots of guests and we wouldn't have to feed them."
The door opened, making both of them look up, but it was just Rosie. She stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind her and regarding them carefully. "You have the ring?" she asked Hunter.
Blake was already standing up when Hunter nodded. "Are they here?" his brother demanded.
"Not yet," Rosie told them. "I just came to back to check on you. How are you doing?"
Blake exchanged glances with him. "I'm cool," he answered. Then he added with a smirk, "Hunter's more nervous than I am."
Hunter shot him a warning look, but Rosie just smiled. "I'm glad to hear it," she said, and Hunter glared at her too, for good measure. "They should be here soon," Rosie continued, unperturbed. "I'll be back when they are."
"Thanks," Blake said with a sigh, sinking back into the chair. "I think I lied," he added, as she left.
"Nah." Hunter clapped him on the shoulder. "You and Tori are good together too, bro. You know you want to do this."
"Yeah," Blake said ruefully, "I'm just not sure I want to do it in front of so many people."
"You've performed in front of crowds," Hunter pointed out. "Same thing."
"Not the same thing," Blake contradicted. "I didn't have to say anything!"
"But you--"
"You're supposed to be distracting me," Blake interrupted. "Tell me what song you're doing at the reception."
"Forget it," Hunter said, just as quickly. "Nice try, but you'll find out with everyone else."
"It's my wedding," Blake protested. "I deserve to know!"
"What are you, five?" Hunter retorted. "You'll find out at the reception! It'll give you something to distract you until then," he added with a smirk.
"It'd be a better distraction if I knew what the song was," Blake muttered. Privately, Hunter agreed, but he wasn't about to tell him so.
They argued about it a while longer, eventually getting back to the question of what Hunter had actually told Cam earlier, and it was at that point that he felt more drastic measures of distraction were called for. So he asked Blake to list the reception menu, the order of dances, and who had chosen the other songs that would be playing. Blake must have known what he was doing, but he had to be more nervous than he looked because he actually answered every question.
Rosie finally came back to rescue them, and Blake was at the door with her almost before Hunter had finished standing up. He looked back as Hunter joined them, and Hunter squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Blake smiled, a little weakly, and Hunter leaned in to whisper, "If Tor cries, I have tissues in my pocket."
Blake brightened immediately, and he gave Hunter a grateful look. "Thanks, bro."
"Just doing my job," Hunter answered quietly, watching Blake straighten a little more confidently. He wasn't talking about the tissues. I'll always have your back, bro.
They walked out together, following Rosie up to the altar where the other groomsmen joined them. She stood in front of it, as they did, and Hunter glanced back toward Cam. Their eyes met, briefly, and Cam smiled. It was strangely reassuring, and he found himself smiling back.
The pianist paused, and there was a rustle as everyone craned their necks toward the back of the room. Hunter took the opportunity to look around, catching Leane's eye in the front row and resisting the temptation to mouth Better late than never! in her direction. Sensei sat beside her, with Grandma in the aisle seat.
The front aisle seat on Tori's side was empty. Beside it sat her grandparents, and--to Hunter's amusement--Cam's father. He didn't recognize most of the other people, but then, he didn't have time to do an in-depth survey, either. Everyone looked different in formal clothes.
Jeike appeared at the back of the room, but it wasn't until she reached the aisle and stepped onto the runner that Hunter realized why. Her daughter was dropping flower petals with her free hand, while her other hand--and the basket--was clasped firmly in her mother's. Jeike held onto her bouquet with her free hand, and they managed to look pretty decent as they made their way toward the front of the chapel.
He poked Blake as subtly as he could. "She never got the straight line thing down, huh?" he whispered. Blake shook his head very slightly.
Hunter flashed Jeike a thumbs-up as she reached the end of the runner, and she smiled ruefully at him. She walked her daughter slowly across the front row, letting go of her hand only when the man next to Sensei Watanabe reached for her. The boyfriend Jeike had mentioned the day before, Hunter assumed. Her daughter climbed up in the seat next to him without protest, and he took the basket and slid it under his seat.
Marah was already halfway down the aisle by the time Jeike took her place in front of the altar, and Kapri was right behind her. They were both more showy than Jeike, less solemn but not as cute as Jeike's daughter, either. Erin was the last to enter alone, calmer than any of the women before her and with a smile that made it look like she'd rather be here than anywhere else. She was quite an actress, Hunter decided.
The music paused again, just for a moment this time, and everyone in front of the altar shuffled a little to make sure they were in the right place. Like any of them knew what the right place was. Hunter figured as long as Tori and Blake fit between the two sides, they were doing okay.
Tori walked through the chapel doors, on her mother's arm. Hunter glanced sideways at Blake, saw his brother still grinning like an idiot, wondered idly if Blake's face was getting tired. It was hard to smile for that long. He didn't seem worried.
Tori's mom escorted her to the front of the room and paused in front of the altar to lift her veil away from her face. She kissed her daughter on the cheek, whispered something in her ear, and Hunter saw Tori flash her a smile before she went to sit down. Then she turned to Blake, and his grin must have looked about right because her smile was just as big. They were disgustingly cute together, Hunter thought with a sigh.
Rosie never moved to stand behind the altar, which surprised him a little. She welcomed everyone while Blake and Tori stared into each other's eyes, then had them turn and face the room to introduce themselves. Nice twist on the presenting thing, since between the two of them they didn't even have enough parents to make it look convincing.
We're not so good with family, Blake had said. No... maybe not. But it made the family they did have more precious. The two of them had always known that, and after they lost their parents they had been very careful about who they allowed in.
Yet here was Blake, standing in front of a room full of people he would call "family" by the end of the day. It was a small room, granted, but still a full one. Hunter supposed they would be his family too, by default, but clearly Blake had done most of the work. Being alone was a hard habit to break.
"Power of nature," Rosie was saying. "Spirit of life, protect the ones we love."
Hunter blinked. What had he missed here? Blake had told him the wedding would be "non-denominational," but he hadn't mentioned "power of nature." Maybe he should have been paying more attention.
"We honor the earth," Rosie told them. She stood behind Blake and Tori, with them still facing the rest of the room. "We ask that this marriage be solid and true, growing stronger with the seasons."
Hunter shifted a little, so that he was facing the audience more than Blake and Tori, and he noticed that most of the others had already done the same thing. Interesting. This couldn't have been mentioned at the rehearsal?
"We honor the air," Rosie continued, not referring to any notes. Had she done this kind of ceremony before? "We ask that it lift us up as we soar through life: safe and calm, free to share that which matters most.
"We honor the water." And with those words, Hunter realized what she was doing. She was reciting the ninja elements. The question was, did she know what she was doing? "We ask that it cleanse and soothe this union, that it may never thirst for love.
"We honor all that is under the great sky," Rosie said, looking from Blake to Tori with a smile, "as these two young people pledge their hearts and their lives to each other. They will now exchange rings, as a symbol of their love and a reminder of their promise."
Slightly surprised, Hunter scrambled for Tori's ring. Either he had missed the vows, or they were doing something out of order here. Rosie turned to Erin first, who of course had Blake's ring on her pinky or something. Why were women so efficient? He had the other ring by the time Rosie came to him, and this time he took a closer look at the book she held out to him. It was full of... flower pictures? He didn't ask, but he wanted to.
She turned back to Blake and Tori, who were facing each other again, and she started to say something about rings that he didn't pay that much attention to. Jeike's daughter had pulled the flower basket out from under the chairs, and she was sprinkling petals all over the floor in front of her seat. Jeike's boyfriend was perfectly aware of what she was doing, and apparently felt it was one of the least disruptive things she could be up to. Smart man.
There were the vows, after all. Okay, traditional wedding vows after random ninja blessings. He kinda liked this wedding. He wondered how much of it Blake and Tori had come up with on their own--had they planned the whole thing, or had Rosie helped them? And what book was she holding, anyway?
He had heard of unity candles, and Rosie had mentioned one at the rehearsal last night. What she hadn't mentioned was the blessing that she was going to give afterward. When Blake and Tori returned to their places, both their candles still burning on either side of the blue unity candle, Rosie set her book down on the altar behind her and took their hands.
Bringing them together, Rosie lifted her voice and declared, "Wind and thunder, bless these souls: to love and to trust what they don't control."
Hunter couldn't help it. He looked over his shoulder. Shane was grinning, but when he caught Hunter's eye he shook his head slightly. He hadn't known that was coming either, then. Hunter really wanted to know how much they had told Rosie.
"It isn't my place to sanctify the bond that already exists between you," she was telling them. "But you have come here to stand before your families with love in your hearts, and to declare yourself to them as husband and wife. In the eyes of the state of California, you are married today. In the bonds of your family, you are united."
Blake leaned forward to kiss Tori, and Hunter started to clap. He caught Erin's eye and nodded to her, turning to the other guys for backup, and he heard Dustin's laugh as the rest of the wedding party followed suit. He lifted his hands toward the audience, grinning as the applause started in the front row and worked its way back. Crowds... He was good with crowds.
Blake and Tori turned together as the pianist began to play again, and the clapping continued as they made their way down the aisle. Hunter stepped forward and offered his arm to Erin, smiling at the audience but tilting his head toward her as they followed Blake and Tori out. "You look great," he said, just loudly enough for her ears.
"You too," she answered. "Never thought I'd see all of you guys in tuxes at once."
"Don't get used to it," he said with a grin. "I think it's a one time deal. Nice job with the flowers, by the way."
"Thanks. Marah and Kapri designed them, and the rest of us got conscripted when they ran out of time. I think Tori made mine, actually."
Blake and Tori were already gone as they stepped out of the chapel, circling back around to wait for all the guests to file out. "Hey, there's a box with rose petals in it under the table just inside the front door," Hunter told her. "You want to grab it while I go back in?"
"Sure!" Erin agreed. "Who brought rose petals?"
"Shane and Dustin," Hunter told her, then grinned at her expression. "Yeah, believe it or not. Just tell everyone to take a handful, okay?"
Shane and Kapri were coming through the door as Hunter and Erin went their separate ways, and he heard Erin call to Kapri, "Be right back!" Hunter doubted Kapri was worried at having to stand there alone for thirty seconds, but then, what did he know?
Erin was standing by the door again when he escorted Lila Hanson out, box of rose petals in hand and Tori's mom was clearly delighted. Hunter grabbed a handful himself and left Erin to answer questions. She didn't seem to mind, and Cam was standing with Marah and Kapri--looking put upon, as he always did in their presence.
He acknowledged Hunter's presence with a half-smile, and Hunter thought he could get used to that... Cam smiling at him. The fact that it made him smile back, totally involuntarily, was a little less convenient, but Marah and Kapri were too busy arguing over which of their bouquets had come out better to notice. Apparently they had been trying to get Cam's opinion, and when Hunter joined them their focus shifted to him.
"They both look fine," he told them, rolling his eyes at Cam. Kapri didn't miss the look, which he made no effort to hide, and he got a slap on the arm for his effort. He also got a smirk from Cam, which was a fair tradeoff as far as he was concerned.
They stood around for what seemed like long enough for every guest to leave, come back, and go to the bathroom, but finally they had lined the walkway with people and rose petals. Tori and Blake re-emerged, walking through the doors arm in arm, laughing as the first rose petals flew and stopping to hug half the wedding party as they went. Hunter gave his brother a bear hug, embraced Tori carefully, and stood back to watch them make their way toward the sidewalk.
There were rose petals everywhere. He saw Tori's photographer friend snapping pictures of the pavement, and he wondered idly if someone would clean that up or not. The semi-receiving line collapsed behind the newlyweds, following them toward the limo and then starting to disperse as the photographer gathered the wedding party up. Pictures, Hunter thought with a sigh. This could go on for a while.
"Water?" Cam was beside him again, and he took the miniature water bottle before he thought to question it.
"Where'd this come from?" he asked, twisting the top off.
"The limo driver." Cam watched as the photographer arranged Tori and her family, calling out a countdown to each picture. "Tori's mom is taking Blake's car to the reception."
"Yeah?" Hunter wondered if they could convince the limo to stop and get some food on the way. "You put your guitar in the limo?"
He saw Cam give him a sideways glance. "I left it in the car. Tori's mom said she'd take it into the reception hall for me."
"Cool." Hunter looked around at the sound of a shriek, watching Jeike's daughter get tossed into the air. That was hard to do with a four-year-old. Even a three-year-old.
"Blake's family," the photographer called, and he passed his water bottle to Cam without a word. He stood with his bro, his grandma, Tori, Tori's relatives, and every possible combination thereof. Then the wedding party got involved, and it started all over again.
By the time they finally climbed into the limo, he thought he might be developing a camera allergy. He definitely couldn't smile for that long, not and make it look natural. He slid across the back seat to make room for Blake and Tori, trying not to wince when the photographer asked for champagne glasses. She was going to take pictures in the limo?
Yes, she was. His annoyance was only overcome by the fact that, in order to keep him out of the pictures, he was required to join the groomsmen on the side seat. And Cam had been the last one in before him. "Move over," he said gruffly, shoving onto the already full seat.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Dustin said from the other end. "Why don't I just ride in someone's lap, and we'll all fit."
"Mine's open," Marah said sweetly, provoking a round of giggles from the all-female front seat. Jeike was the only member of the wedding party not crammed into the limo, and Hunter half envied her the uncrowded ride with her daughter and boyfriend.
Only half, though, because Cam had barely moved--not that he had room to--and there was something to be said for the cramped quarters. "Erin," Hunter called, leaning out of Blake's way. "Are you pouring the rest of that champagne, or what?"
"I think we're all set," the photographer declared at last, putting her camera over her shoulder and leaning in to give Tori a hug. "I'll meet you at the reception, right?"
"Yeah..." Tori looked around the limo and said apologetically, "We'd give you a ride, but--"
"My equipment could take up a whole limo on its own," her girlfriend said with a laugh. "It's nice enough that you're going to feed me, you don't have to give me a ride too!"
"Hey, thanks for taking all this time," Blake said, lifting his glass to her.
"We really appreciate it," Tori agreed sincerely.
"Consider it my wedding present," her friend said, straightening up and smiling down at them. "Congratulations, guys."
The limo driver waited until she had stepped away to close the door. "You can move now," Cam remarked. Hunter ignored him.
"Hey, pour some for me too," Dustin said, passing a champagne glass down to Hunter. "We brought some hard lemonade, too, for anyone who's not into champagne."
"Or even if you are," Shane said with a grin. "I'll take one of those, dude."
"Yeah, me too," Cam said, surprising him. The limo started rolling, and he braced himself against the back seat as Cam leaned into him.
"You drink hard lemonade?" he asked, not at all opposed to the situation.
Cam just shrugged. "The citrus overwhelms the taste of alcohol."
"Dude, you don't like the taste?" Dustin exclaimed. "I didn't know that!"
"No one likes the taste," Shane said, rolling his eyes. "It's not about taste."
"It is to me," Cam retorted, accepting a bottle from Dustin. "Thanks."
"Pass one of those lemonades down here," Tori said, rearranging her dress and handing her still-full glass to Blake. "I don't like champagne either."
"Hey, we're even on the drink front now," Blake reminded her. "Don't expect me to drink both of these!"
Hunter plucked the second glass out of his hands and put it back in the rack. He took a lemonade from Erin and handed it to Tori as he settled back in his seat. Cam tipped his bottle toward Hunter, and he wasn't about to turn that down. He tried some and passed it back, shrugging a little. "It's not bad," he admitted.
"It's homemade," Dustin told him, leaning around Shane to talk. "We made it last night--or the night before last," he added, frowning a little. "Dude?"
"Night before last," Shane supplied. "Feels kind of like we haven't slept since we got here, huh?"
"You said it," Dustin agreed.
Hunter glanced at Cam, found him looking back. He managed not to smirk, but it was a near thing. If Cam had shown the slightest hint of a smile, he wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face.
"So what happens at the reception?" Kapri wanted to know. "We all get to be introduced, right?"
"Right," Blake confirmed, grinning as he and Tori exchanged glances. "We're gonna come in to the AGU broomball fight song."
"No, we're not!" she protested, laughing at what was clearly a private joke. "It's 'Invincible'... Blake's choice," she added, as though it was important they know. "Then we'll do toasts, and eat, and dance."
"Unless you guys want to do your song before Shane," Blake said, looking over at Hunter. "You can go while everyone else eats, if you want."
He caught Cam's eye, and they both shook their heads at the same time. "Nah," Hunter said. "We'll wait till everyone's had a chance to dance for a while."
"What song are you doing?" Erin wanted to know.
"They won't tell us," Blake said, before Hunter could answer. "It's supposed to be a secret."
Cam raised his eyebrows. "It is?" he asked, giving Hunter an amused look. "No one told me."
"Well, do you want to tell them?" Hunter demanded.
Cam considered that for a moment. "No."
"Man," Dustin complained. "We should have gotten Cam alone."
"Yeah," Shane said, lifting his champagne glass. "We know how to make people talk!"
"Get them drunk and wear them down?" Cam suggested. The remark evoked both snickers and protests, which pretty much set the tone for the rest of the ride. Hunter put one arm on the back of the seat, a move he could justify by the need to brace himself every time the limo slowed or went around a corner. It also, not coincidentally, brought him that much closer to Cam.
At one point, Blake kicked him and gave his position a pointed glance. Hunter pretended not to notice. If the best thing he got out of this ride was the chance to publicly hang on Cam, that wouldn't be such a bad thing.
He should have expected that there would be more pictures at the reception, but he was still surprised to climb out of the limo and find not just Jeike but Tori's friend waiting for them as well. She started directing them while the girls were still straightening their dresses out, but at least this time it was just the wedding party. Maybe they would be spared a repeat of the endless family photos?
Cam bumped his elbow as he turned away from the limo's driver side. "That was subtle," he remarked, under his breath. "You want to maybe sit in my lap next time?"
"Complain and I'll kiss you," Hunter warned. He didn't make any effort to keep his voice down. If Cam was his, he didn't see why he should be expected to pretend otherwise.
Cam narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Hunter's expression. "You wouldn't dare."
Hunter took a step closer and lowered his head. Cam backed away hastily, looking flustered for the first time since they'd left the hotel. "Okay, you win!"
"Oh?" Hunter said with a smirk. That was new. On the list of Things He'd Never Expected Cam To Say, that had to be right up there. "What do I win?"
"Bro," Blake called impatiently. "Today!"
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