Chapter 27

“And then I’d shoot him.”

Bump, this went on for threehours. Eight beers later, our questions had gone from ‘If you were a bird’, to ‘What position makes you come harder’. It was great. We really dove deep, no inhibitions, no holding back, and after we’d run out of imagination, we put on some music, called for a vegetarian pizza, and opened my new bottle of Connemara.

At this point, we were drunk and slap happy from the food.

“Hey, show me some pictures,” Myles said, pushing his empty paper plate away on the table. “Show me some pictures of your wedding or something. Or of the people you keep talking about. Bruin and Lana.”

I laughed, spitting a bit of my beer out. “You mean, Boone and Lene.” I shoved him gently. “You’d love them! Especially Lene. You two have the same kind of humor. She’d love you to pieces.”

“Come on, we’re all talked out. Show me some pictures. Let me see these people.”