Chapter 66

Julian caught his arm. “Are you actually going up there?”

“Would you have me turn coward and disgrace myself?” Rafi winked at him. “A kiss for luck, my darling?”

“I’ll tell you what you can kiss,” Julian muttered.

“Maybe later.”

Rafi was pretty sure he knew what was up. He and Ollie had first met at their university’s wrestling club, where Ollie had enjoyed many victories—but he’d never beaten Rafi. He somehow thought he’d have better luck now. Ha.

Although, Rafi thought as he stepped onto the stage, he had to admit he’d forgotten just how tall Ollie was. It was hard not to feel just a little bit of doubt about his chances when his opponent loomed half a foot over him—and Rafi wasn’t anyone’s idea of short.

“I’ve grown two inches since you last saw me,” Ollie said, grinning through his beard.

Holy giraffe legs, Batman. “You still have all the muscle tone of a chrysanthemum,” Rafi retorted, returning the grin.