Wedding Night

thank God for that.” Lorcan breathes out and runs a hand through his hair. Finally his hackles are coming down; finally his brow is starting to relax. “Ben is in no place to be getting married right now. It was nuts.”
    “Ridiculous,” I agree.
    “Insane.”
    “Stupidest idea ever. No, I take that back.” I glance down at myself. “Putting me in a purple bridesmaid’s dress was the stupidest idea ever.”
    “I think you look very nice.” Another flicker of amusement passes across his face. He glances at his watch. “What should I do? I’m supposed to be meeting Ben at the registry office by now.”
    “I think we should stay away.”
    “Agreed.”
    There’s a pause. This is weird, standing on a street corner, all dressed up with no wedding to go to. I finger my bouquet awkwardly and wonder if I should throw it in the bin. It seems wrong somehow.
    “Do you feel like a drink?” says Lorcan abruptly. “I feel like a drink.”
    “I feel like about six drinks,” I counter. “It takes it out of you, talking someone out of a wedding.”
    “OK. Let’s do it.”
    A man of swift decisions. I like that. He’s already ushering me down a side street, toward a bar with a striped canopy and French-looking tables and chairs.
    “Hey, I assume your sister
did
call it off?” Lorcan stopsdead in the doorway. “We’re not going to get an irate text saying,
Where the hell are you?
”
    “Nothing from Lottie.” I check my phone. “She was pretty determined to cancel. I’m sure she did.”
    “Nothing from Ben either.” Lorcan’s looking at his BlackBerry. “I think we’re in the clear.” He ushers me to a corner table and opens the drinks menu. “You want a glass of wine?”
    “I want a large gin and tonic.”
    “You earned it.” He gives that flicker of a smile again. “I’ll join you.”
    He orders the drinks, switches off his phone, and slips it into his pocket. A man who puts away his phone. I like that too.
    “So, why is it a bad time for Ben to be getting married?” I ask. “In fact, who
is
this Ben? Fill me in.”
    “Ben.” Lorcan’s face twists wryly as though he doesn’t know where to start. “Ben, Ben, Ben.” There’s a long pause. Has he forgotten what his best friend is like? “He’s … bright. Inventive. He has a lot going for him.”
    He sounds so strained and unconvincing, I stare at him. “Do you realize you sounded as if you were saying, ‘He’s an ax murderer.’ ”
    “I did not.” Lorcan looks caught out.
    “You did. I’ve never seen anyone look so negative while they’re trying to big up their friend.” I put on a funereal voice. “ ‘He’s bright. He’s inventive. He kills people in their sleep. In inventive ways.’ ”
    “Jesus! Are you always this—” Lorcan breaks off and sighs. “OK. I suppose I’m trying to protect him. He’s in a difficult place, Ben. His father died. The company has an uncertain future, and he needs to decide which direction it’s goingin. He’s a natural gambler but he lacks judgment. It’s difficult for him. He’s having a bit of an early midlife crisis, I guess.”
    An
early midlife crisis
? Oh, perfect. Just what Lottie needs.
    “Not husband material, then?” I say, and Lorcan snorts.
    “Maybe one day. When he’s got his shit together. Last month he was buying a cabin in Montana. Then he was going to buy a boat, sail in races. Before that, he was all about investing in vintage motorbikes. Next week it’ll be some other craze. My guess is he won’t stay married five minutes. I’m afraid your sister will be the casualty.”
    My heart is sinking, fast. “Well, thank God it’s off.”
    “You did a good thing.” He nods. “Not least because we need Ben around. He can’t go AWOL again.”
    I screw up my eyes. “What do you mean, ‘AWOL again’?”
    Lorcan sighs. “He did it once before. When his father became ill. Disappeared for ten days. There was a hell of a fuss. We got the police involved, everything. Then he reappeared. No apologies, no explanations. To this day I don’t know where he got to.”
    The drinks arrive and Lorcan raises his glass. “Cheers. To canceled weddings.”
    “Canceled weddings.” I lift my own glass and take a delicious gulp of gin and tonic, then return to the subject of Ben. “So, why is he having a midlife crisis?”
    Lorcan hesitates, as though he doesn’t want to break his friend’s confidence.
    “Come on,” I prod. “I’m nearly related to him, after