♥ Lance ♥
The bar was half full, and it was the kind of Tuesday night that felt too tired to be loud. Shane and I sat at our usual table near the back, two beers between us and a bowl of fries that had gone cold while we talked about nothing important. Work. Traffic. Some weird customer we both had to deal with at different times. It was easy. Comfortable. But underneath it, something else sat. It had been there since Shane had tried on his tux and since Casey and I walked out of Lisa’s office with winter weddings on our minds.
“How is Amy doing?” I asked as I shoved a few fries into my mouth. The salt hit the spot nicely before I took a sip of my beer. “She looked good at the BBQ,”
“Good,” Shane said. “Tired sometimes, but happy. She and Caleb are over the moon about the baby. I still
