The door was open, and there was his fiance, flinging herself into his arms.  They folded around her naturally, and -for a moment- Casey's knees felt weak.  His heart threatened to choke him when it jumped into his throat, and his vision went suddenly blurry.  He cursed himself for an idiot.  No bride wanted her husband weepy at the ceremony.<br/><br/>Her concerned words were enough to break his stern reserve, and tears tumbled unbidden down his cheeks.  He had to swallow twice past the tightness in his throat.  Shaking his head, he gently pushed the woman to arm's length, and tears be damned.  "No,"  He said, his voice tight.  "My father wanted me to see this through, and I'll honor him by it.  And I'll honor us by it."  His hands were shaking on her arms as he stood.<br/><br/>"You're gorgeous,"  He added.  He felt scruffy beside her.  He tried on a smile, though it looked as unsteady as he felt.  "Nothing worth doing is easy, Evie,"  A pet name he'd taken to calling her over the last week.  "Gods, if you still want this, then let's do it.  Right now.  No waiting, no excuses.  What do you say?"