“Like what?”
“Kiss her before the priest tells you to.”
I jump up and pull him into a hug, which makes him grumble, he hates hugs, but I don’t care. “Ew, get off me.” That makes me laugh harder. I do love to annoy him.
“I have a question?” he asks, becoming serious. “Are you …” He hesitates as if he is searching for the right words. “Are you okay being with the one woman for life?”
Oh. “Yes.”
“You didn’t hesitate,” he questions me.
I shake my head. “No. When you know, you know. Collette gives me so much more than some random hook-up.”
“Aren’t you worried about no sex?” he asks.
“No. We are in the honeymoon phase at the moment, I get that, but no, because I’ll have her.”
“You are pussy whipped,” Evan jokes.
“Proud of it too,” I tell him.
“You’re a different person.” He smiles.
“Not too different I hope.”
He shakes his head. “Matured.”
“I’m a husband now.” I chuckle.
“That is weird to hear you say.”
“It was weird at first and now it feels right.” I knock back another shot of vodka.
“Do you think the company is going to be pissed about you and Collette?”
“I guess, walking in with Jo and Emmett might help.”
He doesn’t look convinced. “Will you do a press release? You know your fans will want to know.”
“I’ll leave that up to my wife,” I say, which earns me an eye roll.
I get homea little buzzed from the shots of vodka I had with Evan, but I need to call my mom before the story gets out.
Mom picks up on the second ring. “Justin?”
“Hey, Mom. Happy New Year! Do you have a moment to chat?” I ask her.
“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” She starts to panic.
“Nothing’s wrong. Something’s happened, and I need to tell you.”
“Are you injured?”
“No.”
“Are you in trouble?” she asks.
“That depends on your definition of trouble,” I answer her.