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anybody
either,” Vivian returned easily.  “You could just be stuck with me.”
    “Or, I could finally kill Devil and need a
place to live, too,” Molly inserted with a genuine laugh.
    “Then we’d have a Three’s Company sitch on
the horizon.  Ohhhhh, that’d be fuuuuuunnnn.   I loved, loved, loved that show.  John Ritter was a comedic genius.  You just know that white boy is
cracking up the angelic choir up there.  ‘Come and knock on my door…’” Manny
sang, closing his eyes and bouncing his head to a beat only he seemed to hear.
    “We’ll be waiting for youuuuu,” the girls
returned together, each of them relieved to see Mannie’s mega-watt smile for a
scant moment.  It was better than nothing. 
    Leaning his head back against the
cushions, Manny murmured, “I think I might be drunk a little.”
    “You think?” Devil snorted from his chair
in the corner, eyeing the glass bottle wedged between their Mexican friend’s
legs.  Nobody could blame him.   One thing every single person in the room
could agree on was that Mannie had lived through one hell of a night.  “You
drank a half bottle of booze in less than an hour.  I’m surprised you’re still
conscious, amigo.”
    Molly laughed out loud when Armando
answered with a long snore.  “Well, I’d say that puts a period on the evening,”
she said softly to no one and everyone.
    Not to be dissuaded, Vivian turned around
and narrowed her eyes on Devil.  “Did you know about any of this tonight?  And
please remember that I’m an attorney….”
    “…and I’m your wife,” Molly interjected
with a glare of her own.
    “…and both of us can spot a lie from less
than five paces,” Vivian concluded, her face an impassive mask.
    When Devil merely stared into space, Molly
felt her irritation skyrocket.  “Devil, I suggest you answer Vivian’s questions. 
What did you know about this?  And don’t bother trying to lie or mislead me
because I’ve already figured out by your reactions tonight that you knew more about
this than any of us including poor Armando!”
    “I knew everything.  Nick and I discussed
it before he left for Miami.  You know, the day after you read him the riot act
for not giving you a complete guest list so that you could finish mailing out
invitations.  The poor guy was freaked the hell out.  Evidently, you’re scary
when you’re working against the clock.”
    “I was perfectly polite to your little
lackey.  It’s not my fault if he wears his heart on his sleeve and can’t handle
a few simple requests,” Molly objected huffily, her eyebrows furrowing.  Was it
her fault that Nick had procrastinated to the point where she was going to have
to pay the printers a substantial extra fee to have their invitations done on
time?  Damn it, they were down to single digits here.  In less than eight days,
those boys would be committing to each other for the rest of their lives… at
least, she hoped they would be.  Based on Mannie’s statements before he passed
out, however, the likelihood of it was looking iffy.  And she couldn’t even
blame him.  She completely saw where he was coming from on the issue.   “And
honestly, I could care less if Nick got his feelings hurt.  Right now, all I
care about is that evidently you knew your friend was hiding his fiancé from
his family, but also his sexuality as well.”
    “Molly, I can explain, sweetheart,” Devil
soothed, holding up his hand and trying to reach for his wife. 
    “Sounds like famous last words to me,”
Sami grunted, glaring at Devil.
    “Don’t they just?” Molly returned, nodding
at a sage Samantha.
    “Not everything is simply black and white
here, dammit.  There is such a color as grey, you know,” Devil hissed at the
three women, dropping his arm when Molly backed away from him and kept
glowering at him.  “Nick Santino is not the villain your overactive
imaginations are trying to conjure up.  He’s a decent guy,