It’s Saturday night, and we’re all at Justin and Elise’s penthouse apartment.
There’s pizza and beer, and the basketball playoffs are on TV, though no one’s really watching it because everyone is clustered into small groups engaged in low conversation. Aubree is outside on the balcony with the ladies, enjoying the early evening breeze, while I’m inside with the guys, camped out around the kitchen counter, or more importantly, around the food.
She and I didn’t arrive together, and when I got here, I greeted her with a hug and a kiss pressed to her cheek. The strange looks and gasps from our friends were hard to ignore, but exactly what I did. Because whatever this is between Aubree and me, it’s no one’s business but ours.
“How’s wedding planning coming?” Teddy asks Owen around a mouthful
