“What the fuck are you going to do with the 300 extra?” Horny asks.
We shrug.
“Kindling?” Etna says. “Shred it into confetti?”
“Ohh, maybe we can find someone to cut confetti out of the extra. Into penises, maybe,” Horny suggests.
“Or hockey sticks,” Julian counters. “Be a little appropriate. No one wants penis confetti all over their tables at a wedding.”
“Who said anything about using it at the wedding?” Horny asks. “I just think penis confetti would be a cool memento.”
“Wow, dude. That was a wild waste of money,” Hilt says, bringing us back on topic and shaking his head. “Why didn’t you just hire a wedding planner? You probably could have spent that money on them, and you’d be less stressed.”
My hands pause over the envelope I’m sealing and look up. I meet Etna’s eyes and for a minute, we just stare at each other. Then laugh.
“Honestly? It never occurred to us,” Etna says.
“Besides, while yes, it has its stressful moments, I’m enjoying this,” I admit.
“Mostly,” Etna adds, holding up his bleeding finger.
Grinning, I add another bandage before kissing it. He gives me a big smile.
“You’re turning so damn sappy,” Horny says.
“Don’t be jealous, man,” Julian counters before we can. “It’s sweet.”
Horny rolls his eyes.
Etna’s phone rings. Picking it up, he flashes the screen to me before answering. It’s the realtor. My heart jumps, and I tell the guys to take a break for a minute as I watch Etna stand and pace away.
“Yeah,” he says. Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. “That’s awesome. Hold on just a second.” Etna turns to me and I’m holding my breath, even though he’s smiling widely. “They accepted our offer.”
The air comes whooshing out of my lungs. “What? They did?”
Etna laughs, pulling me to my feet and wrapping an arm around my waist. “They did. It’s ours.”
I close my eyes and laugh in relief. “We got the house,” I repeat.
“Here,” Etna says, holding his phone out to me.
“Hey, Albrecht,” I greet.
“Congratulations. With both of your permission, I’ll accept the offer, and we can get an inspection scheduled.”
“Yes, please do that. Thank you. When should we list my house? Now?”
“Let’s make sure nothing comes back on the inspection. Once closing is scheduled, then we can list your house. I don’t want you to end up in a hotel or rental if something falls through.”
I rest my head against Etna’s. “Thanks. That would kind of suck.”
“It would. Okay, I’ll get things going. Congrats, again. We’ll talk soon.”
“Thank you. Later.” I hang up and wrap both my arms around Etna’s neck. “We got our house,” I whisper.
“Together,” he says.
My arms tighten.
