Brad chuckled faintly, giving Howard a sidelong glance. “Already this shaken?”
Howard nodded, eyes brimming with envy—ten thousand volts of it—at Benjamin.
“Can you blame me? Back then we even bet on it. We said among the three of us, he’d probably be the one stuck single for life. But look at us now—he’s got a wife and kids, while I’ve lost the shirt off my back.”
At that, Benjamin’s interest piqued. “Oh? And which one of you won?”
“I did.” Brad raised his hand calmly, then pointed at Howard. “He insisted you’d never marry. He lost.”
Howard’s face burned with humiliation. How was he supposed to know that arrogant, infuriating Benjamin would actually have someone love him? He’d been slapped in the face, hard.
“Heh.” Benjamin’s sneer was cutting. “So, the sweeter your words, the darke
