Epilogue

I married my wife a year and a half after I married her the first time.

I’d wanted to do it much sooner, until I’d realized that Mari had planned to use the wedding things she’d bought for her wedding with David for our wedding.

“I already have almost everything we need,” she’d said, rather too calmly for my liking. “I’d rather use all of it if I could.”

To that, I’d countered that there was no way in hell that I was allowing anything that had to do with her weasel of an ex at our wedding. Mari had thought I was being ridiculous, so I’d seduced her until she’d finally agreed with me.

So, the idea for a summer wedding that first year went out the window. A year would put us in the wintertime, which Mari refused to plan a wedding for.

So, it had taken eighteen bloody months to plan, primarily because Mari had got the idea to have the wedding in Ireland. Which sounded great, until you considered how much of a pain it was to work with wedding people on the other side of the world. Mar