Chapter 8: Flipping the Bird
Nash didn’t get much of a chance to stand in front of Emmitt’s door and needlessly worry before bucking up and finally knocking. Harley had no qualms. He stepped forward and pounded on the door.
After spending half the night second-guessing himself, tossing and turning on the couch, it was actually a relief to get the meeting over with. He’d wavered between convincing himself this marriage was the best decision he’d ever made and nightmarish images of how his future husband and existing friends would get along…or rather, not get along with each other.
The door swung open after just a few short seconds. Emmitt, on the other hand, did not look at all like a man who’d spent a sleepless night. He seemed truly pleased—and possibly a bit relieved—to see Nash and h
