"Good idea," Father Anthony mumbled and hurried out.
Rathe and Drake followed after murmuring their congratulations in an uncomfortable voice. They weren't heard, though, and the two knew it, considering the noise Yanna was making.
Drake was white by the time he left the receiving room.
Rathe looked at him in sympathy. "Sorry you had to hear that, man."
"I think I needed to hear it. That was the only way I could accept she would never be mine."
Inside the room, Nik and Daria were gazing at each other. She knew that look in her husband's eyes. "No!" She was breathless.
He grinned devilishly. "Do you think that will stop me?"
"I---I---oh for the love of … let's please get back to our room first?" Terrified that he would really make a move on her then and there, effectively turning themselves into a ménage of sorts, Daria made a run for the door.
Laughing as he watched his wife scramble to leave, Nik calmly went after her.
The door to the reception room opened. Walter poked his head in – and then he pulled out as quickly as possible. "Dammit! They're doing it again!"