Page 105 of Benediction

“That doesn’t have to stop us. We can find a church and a minister if you want.” Bo would likely ask the pope himself to do the honors, if it’d make Lucky happy.

Um… no.

Where would they find a minister willing to marry two men in a predominately Southern Baptist region? Especially where acceptance of same sex marriage often didn’t extend to letting them in the door unless they were willing to denounce who they were.

Nope. No room for bitterness. “Let me think on it, okay?”

“No rush.”

They sat in silence, staring up at the sky. Bo, Lucky, and their little family. If anyone had told the Lucky from years ago that he’d wind up all domesticated, he might have shot them.

Now? Life couldn’t be more perfect. “What say we get the license and keep it handy, just in case the mood strikes?” Bo ventured.

A plan took shape in Lucky’s mind: him and Bo, riding off together on the Harley Davidson.

Jenny snuffled and burrowed closer to his chest.

Before they rode off into the sunset, they’d need to add a sidecar.