I look over at Freja and she gestures for him to enter.
"Come in, Guy!" I call back in a loud inviting voice.
The door shoves open and Guy steps inside, freezing.
"Whoa," he utters, stopping in his tracks as he sees us.
I realize how silly our hostess and I must look to my hubby right now: both of us buck-ass naked listening to reggae, smoking weed, chasing a herd of cats around the room.
"Looks like you guys are having quite the welcoming party," Guy chuckles with a look of amusement on his face. He shuts the door firmly and removes his coat and gloves. "We need to come to Sweden more often, I suppose."
Freja stands up to give Guy and I a long look in complete silence then bursts out laughing. Her loud laughter builds into an uproarious howl, bordering on uncomfortable.
Guy and I e
