“Definitely.” I hugged Anica and then Callan. “Don’t you two look dapper?”
“Thank you, Landry.” Callan put an arm around his wife, offering his free hand to Hudson. “Good to see you again, Hudson. I hear you’re doing well in your programming classes.”
Hudson raised an eyebrow at me, and I shrugged. “What? When he married my best friend, they became one person. I tell Ani everything. Not my fault she tells him. What else are they supposed to talk about 24/7? It’s not like I told them how large your?—“
“It’s going well, thank you.” Hudson cleared his throat to interrupt me.
“And you’re enjoying it?” Callan asked, clearly trying to stay professional even as a grin crossed his face.
“Yes. If given the chance, I’d go back and do this from the start.”
“But then we wouldn’t have met,” I said, jabbing him in the side.
“True.” He copied Callan, wrapping his arm around me. “I suppose I won’t use that time machine I found the other day.”
Anica glanced between us, her head tilted. “I have a question that would settle a little bet between Cal and me.”
“Okay, shoot.” I raised my eyebrow when Callan’s eyes widened.
“Darling, are you really?—”
“How soon after you and Hudson met did you sleep together?”
Hudson stiffened beside me, and I grinned like a maniac.
“Mar, you don’t need to—” He started, but I cut him off with an obnoxious giggle.
“You two bet on how quickly we’d fuck? What were your bets?”
“Mari,” Hudson warned. I ignored him.
“Tell us first.” Anica crossed her arms. For what felt like the first time, Callan looked embarrassed because of his wife instead of the other way around.
“Well,” I said, drawing out the word. “Remember how gross you two were being the night before we set the expo on fire?”
Anica rolled her eyes, but nodded. “We weren’t being gross.”
“Yes, you were. So I went down to the bar, and would you believe it, there was a guy there who was staring at me with these fuck-me eyes.”
“No,” Anica gasped, glancing between Hudson and me. Hudson had covered half of his face with his hand as his cheeks reddened. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope!” I chirped, leaning into Hudson’s side. “We didn’t exchange names. Didn’t realize who he was until later the next day after he’d railed my brains out.”
Callan chuckled, shaking his head. “Damn man, I wouldn’t have thought you’d have it in you. We should get a drink sometime.”
“Stop hitting on my man, Burkhardt.” I shot Callan a glare. “What were your bets?”
“I think I won. I guessed a week, and he said a month,” Anica said.
“Technically, you were both wrong.” Hudson finally spoke with a resigned sigh.
“Details,” Anica said, waving her hand dismissively. “I won.”
“What’s your prize?” I asked.
Anica opened her mouth, but Callan reached over and covered it before she could answer.
“We should be going. Getting late and all that. Have a nice rest of your party.” Callan kissed Anica on the temple, hand still over her mouth as he dragged her back against his chest. He led her away, finally releasing her when they were halfway across the roof. She wiggled her eyebrows at me and waved.
