Chapter 22

“Bleh.” Ben shook himself, like a wet dog. “That whole thing was one giant nerve fuck. Competing is nothing in comparison.”

“Poor Thor.” Booger offered a soothing caress, the back of his hand against Ben’s cheek. “I was hangin’ on your every word, I was. Ready to make an honest man outta ya, love, had you said the magic words at that presser.”

“You were gonna ask me to marry you?” Ben feigned shock.

“Bite your tongue.” Booger stole a kiss, nearly biting Ben’s. “Booger Fisher is not a one man bloke.”

“Not even for Ben?” Kat asked.

“Not even for me?” Ben asked, too.

“Well…maybe for you, Thor. But unless you come out, no one’s putting a ring on my finger until I turn at least sixty.”

“Good to know. I’ll mark my calendar.”

“Just because I’m the only gay man you know?”

“Uh-uh. I know Vij.”