Chapter 175

Or maybe it was just that Andy was now Scooter’s husband and that made all the difference. His partner, his mate, his match, out proud, where anyone could see it. Scooter kept being distracted by the rings, too, the one that glittered on his finger, as well as the one that Andy wore.

He probably was distracted enough to put his elbow right in the middle of his plate if Kat hadn’t been sort of prodding him along through the whole thing. But they were finally sitting down and eating.

Andy glanced up and caught him looking. Andy smiled, and Scooter felt heat rise in his face and neck. Andy smiled even wider at that, and then there was noise, cling-clang-ting—people tapping their glasses with the silverware and Andy laughed and leaned in for a kiss to much applause. “Love you.”