Disclaimers, etc. in chapter 1.

~Afternoon~

"I can't believe you wore green." I'm standing in the doorway of the diner, staring at my boyfriend who is, incredibly, wearing green flannel. I didn't know he even owned green flannel.

"I didn't want Miss Patty pinching me all day. She does it enough anyway."

I sidle toward him, "Well, who can resist pinching you?" I reach the counter and lean over for my coffee break kiss. The brief touching of lips isn't enough; I'm remembering how he looked when I left him in my bed this morning and I want to throw every single green-clad townsperson out into the cold so I drag him upstairs and strip off the flannel and the turtleneck and kiss his hickey and move my lips downwards and….

Luke waves a to-go cup of coffee in my face and breaks me out of my daze o' lust. I blink, grab it and swallow — than choke. How's it I always forget coffee is hot? I blame Luke's succulent body. How's a girl supposed to focus on anything else?

He sighs and hands me an ice cube. Like that's going to help. I hold the damn thing and let it melt in my fingers and watch his arms flex under the flannel and think about running it all over him, starting with the bruise I left him with this morning.

Yeah. I need to get a handle on this.

He gives me a mega-watt smile and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He winks at me and I'm a goner. Handle, schmandle. I want to do dirty, dirty things to him.

"Are you wearing anything else green?" I whisper, batting my eyelashes and tilting my head. I'm seriously considering unleashing the hair flip.

He smirks and rolls his eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Well, duh. I'm just about ready to grab him, yank him upstairs and find out for sure when Kirk whirls in and disrupts my plans to defile the delectable Luke.

Kirk's dressed like a Leprechaun and smells, surprisingly, of beer. "I am engaged!" he shouts, lifting his arms in victory. "I AM ENGAGED!" He teeters a little and we all wait for him to topple over completely. He stops himself and grins widely at Luke. "And you're my best man."

"Where's your fiancé?" shouts Gypsy, who's sitting alarmingly close to Andrew at a corner table.

Kirk spins to look at her, and I think his big, buckled hat is going to topple and take him with it, but he recovers and says, "Lulu."

"Not who," Gypsy says, shaking her head and making her green ribbons flop and hit Andrew in the face, "because, really, who else? Where is she?"

Kirk stands very still for ten seconds while his face goes white, right to the edge of the false beard he's got glued to his face; then he's running to the door, spilling gold coins out of the pot he's got clutched in his left hand.

I turn to look at Luke, who is staring at me with a stunned expression in his eyes. "Best man?" he says numbly.

"Always," I grin, simultaneously kissing him, picking up my coffee and turning to leave. Seducing Luke will have to wait; stripping him naked and kissing every luscious inch of him until he screams my name'll have to…happen right now. No. It. Will. Have. To wait. Sookie needs to hear about Kirk and Lulu immediately.

As I leave, I notice Andrew whispering into Gypsy's ear. I think Gypsy's blushing. She's definitely giggling. Weird. I look back to Luke for his reaction to this. He's still looking like someone just hit him with a brick.