What Are You Thinking, Henri?

I shouldn’t have to ask. I knew it was the first time he'd seen her since. For some reason, remembering how he’d gone to lunch with Luke to discuss the toast and hadn’t mentioned it, I wondered now if maybe he’d run into her since and decided not to mention it either. He’d told me all about the bachelor party he had last week, even about the stripper he said he hired at the insistence of the rest of the groomsmen, but he promised me I had nothing to worry about.

“Unless I know a girl is stripping for me and only me ever, it sort of takes from the whole experience,” he’d said as he explained, sounding completely sincere. “Especially when there’s a bunch of other horny dudes in the room gawking. Trust me. Not my thing.”

I figured if he was honest enough to tell me about that, why would he omit the fact that he’d run into her? So it almost felt silly asking.

“No, actually,” he said, and my head nearly jerked around to look at him.