Secondhand Smoke

“Yeah. Were you nervous?”               “No.”               Aidan rolled his eyes. “That makes me feel better.”               “You want me to lie?” Mercy’s black brows jumped, grin teasing at one corner of his mouth. Growing more serious: “There wasn’t anything I wanted more in the world than Ava. Lots of shit makes me nervous, but not being married.”               “You enjoy it, don’t you?”               “What’s that?”               “Making the rest of us look like unromantic assholes.”               Mercy chuckled. “Yeah. I kinda do.”