Lawrence entered Fisher’s penthouse a few minutes after their Nine-0 meeting was supposed to start. Nothing was official, and their meetings didn’t have a schedule. But every eye was still drawn to him, and he smiled as he moved over to the counter and picked up two cans of Dr. Pepper.
“Hey, Fish,” he said to the man standing there. “How’s the baby?”
“Doing so great.” Fisher grinned and lifted his water bottle to his lips. “What about you? Getting married tomorrow.” He glanced at Lawrence, who nodded.
“Yeah. Ready.” Lawrence was more than ready. Beyond ready. It had been a great ten months with Maizee as his fiancée, but it had been ten months. He was dying to start his life with her as his wife, but she’d needed time to plan every detail. And if there was one thing he knew about Maizee
