Chapter 38

Plane tickets.

“We’re going away?” he asked.

“Yep.”

Ali beamed. “When?”

“You, me, August, Italy. The lakes in the north, private villa, little pool.”

Ali’s grin widened. “Are you suggesting pool sex in Italy?”

“Possibly.”

“C’mere,” Ali said, tucking the tickets back into their envelope and reaching across the table to squeeze both of Yazid’s hands. “Seriously, though, how did you cough up for a Rolex and a break in Italy?”

Yazid shrugged, and a tiny smirk started to form.

“Yaz…”

“I had a five-minute meeting last week with my boss at the pub.”

“About?” Ali asked warily.

“The company want me on full-time.”

Ali…shrieked briefly, cutting himself off by clapping a hand over his mouth, but—he still shrieked. “Yaz! Oh my God, Yaz, that’s great!” And then Ali kicked him under the table.

“Ow!” Yazid yelped. “Al!”

“You didn’t tell me!”

“It was only last week, and I wanted it to be a surprise,” Yazid said, rubbing his shin. “Jesus. Violent boyfriend, much?”