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In Holy Matrimony

Chapter 4

"Casey, I really do appreciate you looking at this with me," I said gratefully, looking across the coffee table in the living room of my apartment at her. She flashed me a smile, and then looked back down at the seven pages of contract, sighing heavily. There was a highlighter in her hand, and only a few phrases had been highlighted so far. I read the pages for what seemed like the millionth time, and ran a hand through my hair. I was hoping that Casey's perspective would help the situation, seeing as her father was a lawyer. The pages were easy to read, but I couldn't find any loopholes. It was Thursday, and I knew I should be looking at things for the wedding, but I just couldn't.

"Whatever lawyers drew this up knew damn well what they were doing," Casey finally said, rubbing her eyes. "It's nearly deadlocked, Kath," she pointed at the document. "The first four pages are all basically medical releases if anything goes wrong in the match," she licked her lips before speaking again. "The last two are the most important. It states that Lita is bound by contract to marry Kane and basically abide by the laws of marriage." I cursed softly beneath my breath.

"Is there any good news?" I asked. "Anything I could use to help Lita?"

Casey tapped the highlighter against a few phrases bolded by the neon color. "These basically spell it out. Lita is forced to stay in marriage to Kane, until death," she said simply. I gritted my teeth, rubbing my temples with one hand. "The only thing I could tell you that might help you is the fact that divorce isn't covered in the contract, but that would barely even warrant five minutes in court," Casey sighed, looking me in the eye. "I'm sorry, Kathy, but there's nothing."

I forced a smile as Casey stood up. "Thanks for coming down and trying," I told her sincerely.

"Only wish I'd found something," she replied as she headed toward the door of my apartment, on her way to a doctor's appointment. As soon as Casey left, I plopped down in front of the coffee table and stared at the copies. Finally, I grasped the portable phone and dialed my older brother's phone number. He had always been the closest person to me, and I hoped he would have some insight into the situation some.

"Kevin Wade," he answered swiftly.

"Hey, Kev," I replied.

"Hi Kathy! I haven't talked to you in forever!" Kevin exclaimed, and it was true.

"I know," I said with a smile. We talked about small things for a little while with me getting increasingly agitated by the second. When he brought up work, I pounced on the subject. "Work isn't going too swell," I told him.

"Why?" he asked, puzzled.

"I got this wrestling couple who want their wedding in a ring—" he cut me off before I could continue.

"You'll pull through it, Kathy. You always do," he said, confidence in his voice.

"That's not the problem. The problem is that the bride doesn't want to marry the groom at all." I could nearly see Kevin rubbing his temples on the other end of the phone, and frowned.

"And that's not your problem," he told me firmly. "You are a wedding planner, not a counselor. Do your job and be done with it."

I gripped the phone tightly, annoyed at my brother's lack of concern for Lita. He acted like it was a natural occurrence! "She shouldn't have to marry him if she doesn't want to," I said firmly. "She's being forced by a contract."

"And you're going to try and stop it," Kevin said, his voice flat.

"Yes," I replied, my tone solid.

"Can't you leave well enough alone?" he asked finally.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, by now more than slightly on the defensive side.

"Why do you want to help Lita so bad?"

I frowned, curious about his change of question. "Because it isn't right."

"I don't believe that. If it wasn't right, you wouldn't be so forward and determined about it," he answered. "Listen, Kathy, let the past be the past-"

"What are you talking about?"

"Mattie! That's who I'm talking about. You have to stop letting what happened to her control your life!" my grip on the phone tightened. "Just because you couldn't help Mattie doesn't mean you should try and stop every forced marriage that comes through your door as some sort of redemption."

I gaped at the phone for a second, and then snarled, "You know nothing about Mattie." The click of the off button echoed through my apartment. I let out a long breath, focusing my mind away from his words. If I didn't, I knew there would be no way to stop the tears. I sighed, looking down at the papers before me. It's deadlocked, I thought miserably. There's no way to get her out of this.

It was at that exact moment that an idea struck me.

A very illegal idea.