“Well, we’re off for the weekend, bro. Let’s not go there, okay?” he said seriously. Then he smiled and said, “You gonna hit Reggie’s stag at all?”
Michael caught himself staring at Angel’s bulge again when Angel reached down and scratched his nuts. “Huh?”
“Reggie’s stag party over at The Club. Earth to Carmac, you gonna hit it or what?”
When Michael looked up at Angel’s face, he was smiling; Michael felt a sudden heat rise in his cheeks.
“You mind if we sit outside?”
Angel shrugged. “Sure, why not? Lemme grab the beers and I’ll meet you in the backyard.”