“Vraiment?” Teresa asked.
Michael turned to her and nodded. Jean-René went around the table and hugged Cam while Pauly reached out to shake Michael’s hand.
Maggie sat there nodding her head. “It’s about time,” was all she said.
“Do you need a best man, ma s?ur petite?” Jean-René asked.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Michael said, a wide smile spreading across her face. “But first we have to find someone to marry us.”
“Let me call the night court at the RCMP station. I’m sure they have time.”
“Can I be your maid-of-honor?” Pauly asked Cam.
Cam laughed. “Of course. Who else could do it? Maggie, will you give me away?”
“I’ve wanted to give you away for years,” she joked. “But no one would take you.” The whole table broke into laughter.
“Wait!” Pauly had a thought, as he sat back down. “You’re not going to want to get out of your marriage bed to drive me to the Montreal airport, tomorrow.”
Michael looked at Cam.