Ian's Way (10 page)

Yes,
Nikky
and Ian were good together, much better in bed than in the chemistry lab.

They cried out together, calling each other’s names, superheated, dripping sweat, every molecule of their beings blasted wide open. It was hard to tell whose orgasm had occurred first, Ian’s pumping stream of white-hot lust or
Nikky’s
shuddering, wavelike wall of surrender.

In the end they could only cling to one another—wordless, letting the energy pour through them and over them, only one question left to ask.

If Ian was such a frigging genius why had it taken him all this time to get them to this point?

Epilogue

The wedding took ages to plan. The first round of delays sprang from a disagreement as to the locale.
Nikky
had always dreamed of a fairy tale wedding, a long white train, bridesmaids and a church full of weeping friends and family.

Ian’s tastes, not surprisingly, ran toward the more unorthodox. He suggested a hot air balloon. To put her mind at ease, Ian took great efforts to explain to her the physics involved bolstered by foolproof statistics which said they had more of a chance of hurting themselves falling as they walked down the aisle of a church service than they would in a balloon.

Nikky
was on the verge of giving in when
Kaity
innocently asked, “What about that big balloon that crashed, the Lucky Lindbergh?”

Never mind that the “balloon” in question had been powered by highly volatile gas or that its real name had been the
Hindenburg
,
Nikky
was soured on the idea for good.

Ian’s next idea of a botanical garden was also nixed when it was revealed by
Kaity
that her cousin Lucy had been bitten by a rabid squirrel at her wedding in the backyard at her parents’ house.

The fact that the squirrel had turned out to be a hamster who had escaped from the terrarium in Lucy’s brother’s room did not change matters in the least.

“The point is, it
could
have been a rabid squirrel,”
Kaity
declared.
“Or maybe a python.
People keep pythons in terrariums all the time.”

Nathan found the whole thing hysterical. “I’ve got to meet this
Kaity
chick,” he kept saying as Ian related story after story.

In the end they opted for a public park, well patrolled by anti-squirrel rangers. There was a nice gazebo and a hotel behind the park where the reception could be held.

Ian’s philosophy was to keep everything as simple as possible.
Nikky
, naturally, had different ideas, as did
Kaity
, whose flashes of insight usually came in the middle of the night, almost always contradicting whatever plans had been worked on so far.

“
Kaity
says we shouldn’t serve fish,”
Nikky
announced one night, showing up at Ian’s front door.

Ian had learned from hard experience not to ask why, but
Nikky
told him anyway.

“
Kaity
was reading this article about Japanese baseball.”
Nikky
commenced the explanation once they were tucked in side by side on the sofa.

“Baseball…yes,” he said drily. “And where else can you go after that in
Kaity
-Land except onto the topic of fish?”

In order to keep
Kaity
at bay, Ian finally developed a strategy that was a bit on the sneaky side.

Nathan was more than happy to go along, though he told Ian he owed him big-time for running interference, taking
Kaity
out for coffee whenever Ian needed to talk to
Nikky
alone.

Truth be told though, Nathan seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much for what was supposed to be a burden.

The night Nathan took
Kaity
off to teach her racquetball, ditching their usual game, Ian got suspicious.

“You should see how she plays,” Nathan marveled. “She takes the racquet and swings it in a circle with both hands. It’s crazy and totally useless but fun as hell. I would correct her but why deprive myself of watching her move around so much?”

According to
Nikky
,
Kaity
was talking nonstop about Nathan too. She kept claiming that he was a nuisance and way too immature but she seemed fixated on every detail.

“What if our best friends end up together because of this?” Ian speculated.

“Stranger things have happened,”
Nikky
concluded.

By the day of the wedding, Nathan and
Kaity
were still holding to their claim that nothing was going on between them but more than one observer had seen their eyes locking on one another over and over during the ceremony, especially when the minister got to the vows.

Whatever was going to happen, the pair would be
on their own,
at least for the next week or so.
Nikky
and Ian had other plans—a honeymoon consisting of some well-deserved time on the beach, totally flat and harmless.

That was just fine because
Nikky
and Ian were way more interested in horizontal activities than they were in any more standup adventures.

For now at least.

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