Chapter Three  

"They sound like a stampede of elephants," Frank commented good-naturedly.  Moments later, Cody, Monica, Jake and Alex walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Caitlin said, smiling at her guests.  "Who's hungry?"

"Just toast and coffee for me," Alex murmured, plopping down on the closest chair.

Caitlin glanced at the others with a "what did I do" look on her face.  Cody laughed and slapped Alex on the back as he sat next to her.  "No caffeine equals grumpy Alex." He grinned when Alex shrugged his hand from her shoulder.

Frank poured coffee for everyone while Caitlin continued making breakfast; pancakes, sausage and toast.  She sat the platters of food on the table.  "Dig in, those who are hungry."  The men piled food on their plates, while the women sipped their coffee and nibbled on toast.

"Is there some weird women rule that says you can't eat breakfast?" Cody asked, teasingly.

Caitlin shrugged.  "I don't like to eat when I first wake up."

"Me, either," Monica agreed.

Alex grinned, "It's unanimous."

Jake shook his head.  "You don't know what you're missing.  Caity, this is delicious."

Cody and Frank nodded their agreements.

"I'm sure I'll be too full to move," Frank joked, watching Caitlin's eyes narrow warily.

"Oh, no you don't, Donovan," she warned.  "You are not getting out of your tuxedo fitting."  She eyed the other two men and said, "That goes for you two, too!"

Alex and Monica nodded.  Alex said, "Yeah, if we have to do it, so do you!  Besides, be thankful you aren't wearing our dresses!"

"Alex!" Caitlin exclaimed, pretending to be offended.

"Just kidding, just kidding!"

Caitlin smiled.  "Of course, you are," she said, sarcastically.  She turned her attention to the men.  "You three can clean up after yourself.  We," she said, indicating Alex and Monica, "are heading into Bangor to check on the flowers and other decorations."

Frank nodded.  "Have fun." 

When he smiled at her, Caitlin felt that familiar heat rush through her body.  She leaned in to kiss his cheek.  "Thanks, hon. Don't forget that Jason will be here shortly to take you to the tailor."

"I'm so glad mom is watching the kids," Misty sighed and leaned back in the passenger seat of the black, 4-door Pontiac Bonneville Frank rented.  "They would have been a handful."

"Oh, come on.  Devon and Daisy are the most well behaved children I've ever known," Caitlin disagreed. 

"Caitlin, the flowers will be lovely," Monica called from the backseat.

"Yes, your bouquet is gorgeous," Alex agreed.

"There's Jason's Blazer," Misty shouted when she spotted her husband's vehicle parked outside of the tailor shop.  "Let's go in."

"Yeah, let's go watch the torture," Alex chimed in.

Caitlin grinned as she pulled in a few spaces from the Blazer.  The four women entered the shop quietly and when the clerk approached them, Misty held a finger to her mouth to quiet the clerk. 

After explaining why they were there, the clerk smiled mischievously and motioned them through a curtain into the storage area.  He pointed to the curtain at the other end of the room.

Peeking through the curtain, they could see Cody being measured for his tux.  He was wearing a white undershirt and red polka dot boxers.  It was all the women could do not to bust out laughing and give themselves away.  Cody rolled his eyes every time someone took his measurements.

"Are you done yet?" he asked the small man that was kneeling in front of him.  "I don't see why I can't just wear jeans."

"Because Caitlin would kill you," Frank stated as he and Jake entered the room from different changing rooms.  Frank was shirtless, but his slacks were still in place.  Jake was clad only in skimpy black briefs. 

"What the hell?" Jake cursed.

Frank shrugged.  "I have this thing about strange people touching me."  He grinned and handed a paper that contained his measurements to the tailor. 

"Very good, sir," the tailor said and began measuring Frank's upper body. 

Cody moved towards the changing room he had used.  "Lucky for those strange people."

Jake tapped his foot as the more feminine of the men started taking his measurements.  "I swear, buddy, if you touch me there one more time, I'm going to knock you into next week."

Caitlin and Misty had their hands clamped over their mouths, but Alex and Monica could hold it in no longer.  They laughed so hard, they fell to their knees, pushing Misty and Caitlin into the room where the men were having their measurements taken.

"Caitlin!" Frank exclaimed at the same time Jason called his wife's name.

"Uh...uh...it was their idea!" Caitlin confessed, pointing to Misty and then the two women still hiding in the storage room.

Monica and Alex entered slowly, still laughing and holding their sides.  "Oh God," Alex cried.  "Frank, you should have seen your face when Caitlin fell into the room."

"Do you people mind?" Jake asked, clearly irritated.  His arms were folded across his bare chest. 

"Nice outfit, Jake," Monica commented as she glanced up and down his body.

"Knock it off!" he huffed.

The group continued to tease and torment Jake.  Frank quietly guided Caitlin into the changing room he had used and pulled her into his arms.  His kiss was all hunger and demand and she moaned with pleasure as she ran her hands over his bare skin.

"Love you," he said, continuing to press tiny kisses against her lips.

"Love you, too," she replied, returning the endearing kisses.

"I'm glad you showed up here.  It made a tedious chore somewhat of a pleasure," he said, nuzzling her neck.

"Frank, darling," she whispered in his ear before gently nibbling the delicate flesh of his earlobe between her teeth eliciting a moan from him.  "Unless you plan to make love right here," she moaned, "we need to stop."

"Stop...yes," he repeated, continuing to nuzzle and suck at the soft flesh of her neck.

A loud voice—Jake's, broke the spell.  "I said...if you touched me there one more time..."

"JAKE!" Several people yelled his name. 

Caitlin poked her head through the curtain in time to see Alex and Monica restraining their teammate.  Everyone was laughing, except Jake and the clerk that was taking his measurements.

"I...think I have everything...I need...sir," the clerk stammered.

Frank quickly donned his shirt and then led Caitlin back into the fitting room.  He laughed at the look of frustration on Jake's face.  "Jake, you really need to handle these small tests of your masculinity better."

"Easy for you to say, Frank.  He wasn't touching your privates." 

"Okay, ladies," Misty spoke up.    "I think we should get back to our errands."

Caitlin nodded.  "Yes, let's leave the men alone to try on their tuxedos."  She turned to Frank, "Don't forget...rehearsal dinner tonight.  We'll meet you at the park at 5p.m."

"See you then," he said before kissing her one last time.