“Oh yes, Wayne took good care of me and so did Mykaal. In the end it was an inconvenience, but not all that traumatizing,” he said nonchalantly. Then a thick silence descended and he struggled to think of something else to talk about. “Sooo,” he drawled. “You and Katey pick a date yet for the wedding?”
Jack tried not to look too relieved, even though he was grateful they’d found a safe topic. “Not formally, but we’re shooting for around April second. Y-you see, there’s a forest of cherry trees to the north of the city. They bloom for a few weeks between March and April, and Katelynn really wants to hold the wedding under them while they’re in bloom.”
He smiled, looking distant and dreamy as he imagined it. “I want to give her her wish, but I don’t know who owns that patch of forest, or how to get permission to use it.”
“Oh that’s easy,” Harrison said. ”Just go to the county records office and give them the address and say you want contact information for the property owner. That sort of thing is public record you know,” he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I’d be more worried in trying to nail the timing of this ceremony just right to get those blooming trees,” Harrison advised. Not that anyone asked his opinion.
“I know it’s a risk,” Jack replied. While he was grateful for the help, the other man’s tone was a little grating. “And if we can’t time it just right, we’ll hold the wedding somewhere else. But it’s worth trying, isn’t it?"
Jack Maple 