“Steve Adams,” I said.“Mr. Adams, this is Detective Sergeant Kramer with the San Antonio Police Department. Do you have a moment to speak with m...?”“About?”“Brandon Littleton.”“I won’t speak to you without an attorney present,” I said.“Mr. Adams, I’m just looking for information.”“I understand, Sergeant, but I read that Mr. Littleton was murdered and I don’t want to speak to you without an attorney present.”“Do you have a way to make a conference call?”“I do. Give me a moment and let me see if I. We agree on so much it’s pathetic.”Just then the door to the room opened and Ross Buckman came in. He was the presiding minister. He was in a long white robe with a purple hood around his upper shoulders. “It’s time, gentlemen. Care to follow me out and form up, as the military might say?” He grinned at the grooms.The five walked out to the patio, and moved so they were on the right side of the beautifully bedecked arbor beside the pool. Dave was aware of several photographers moving silently. You’re the fantasy I never could conjure up on my own,” he said. “I LIKE this...”Where ‘this’ was me wrapping my legs around his waist, wiggling against everything I could wiggle against. Pure fun. With the guy I love, the way it’s meant to be.We kinda slept in Saturday morning, finally got up, packed and loaded the car because after doing lunch and an afternoon with Tommy’s family, we were due to head a hundred miles away to my home town.Just as well enjoy this. Here, I’m accepted. I guess. At least they were not going to be fully armed in the tavern if I had to do something about them."You best hide," Lucy said, pulling at my arm. "Get up in the loft. I'll come and soothe y'later."Just then the girl's younger sister, who was called Lonnie and was about fifteen, came running out of the back door with a smallish man in hot pursuit. She was squealing and flailing her arms when she ran into the barn and grabbed her sister. The boy followed, and I tripped him. He slid across the.