“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?”
“Sure,” Harrison replied plaintively , “I just don’t want to see her get her hopes up. There are plenty of other lovely places in Metro with flowers.” He wasn’t sure what else to say and he was starting to wish he had a drink or something else in his hand he could distract himself with.
As if on cue, one of the waiters finally stopped gawking at the blue visitors, and came over to serve them. Jack ordered a small hot chocolate, before answering Harrison. “I think as long as I can make everything else special for her, the location won’t matter so much.” In spite of the awkward situation, he smiled.
Jack Maple 