Gage and Colt walked toward Holly’s hotel room to pick their ladies up for the ball. Gage could tell his friend was anxious. Colt hadn’t stopped fidgeting with his tie since they met up.
Gage stepped ahead and stopped Colt in his tracks. “Okay, fess up. What’s wrong? You’re making me nervous.”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Lier.” Gage chuckled, knowing that was the one thing Slade and Colt would say to each other calling out their bullshit.
“You sound like Slade.”
“I know. He’s not here. He’s home with his wife and new baby. So, I’m here as your surrogate bestie until he gets back to watch over you.”
Colt rolled his eyes. “I think that’s usually the other way around. And don’t call it bestie. It’s creepy. We’re not giggly teenage girls.”
“Well, right now you’re acting like an angsty teenager.
