“A nun?”
“If I said priest, it would be unconvincing.”
“Ooh, zing on the Church!” I laughed. “You’d make a terrible holy man in any religion.”
Noah chuckled. “Yeah, but if I went Buddhist monk, I wouldn’t have to worry about clean underwear.”
Snickering, I started whistlingFree as a Bird.
“Please, Captain Commando. You’re not one to talk.”
“Hey, I like to let the boys breathe,” I said, fanning a hand in the general direction of my balls.
“Breathe? They can’t breathe in those python strangling pants you like.” He laughed. “If you put them in a cradle of soft, gentle cotton, they’d do better. Stank Nuts.”
“My nuts are not stank.”
“Dude, they’re nuts. They’realwaysstank.”
The doors opened and we headed left down the hall to the door at the end. There were only six doors in the whole hall. Three on the right, three on the left. The ones at the ends were mini penthouses and that was what Chase and Marcus had treated themselves to.
“Do you think they’ll get married?” I knocked on the door.
“Yes,” Noah said. “Just give them time to get to know each other better. They both have massive amount of shit to sort through still. But they are good together and they know it.”
The door swung open and Marcus stood there. “First of the dominos to fall!” I crowed at him.
“Ass,” Marcus said.
I elbowed him. “And you found a sugar daddy.”
“Oh get in here,” he said, snagging my arm. “Hey, Noah! Got another disaster in dating story for us?”
“No,” he said. “You missed the announcement. I’m taking vows and becoming a monk.”
Maddox laughed from the kitchen. “That seems highly unwise if you’re swearing off the D, my friend. Monasteries are all D, all the time.”
“Fine, a nun.” Noah shot me a look.
“Mmm,” Parker said. “I could make you a habit.”
At least a dozen pretzel, popcorn kernels, and potato chips flew at Parker’s head.
Following Marcus into the kitchen as Noah settled next to Maddox—his favorite person of all time that wasn’t his identical twin—I found Chase bent over and peering into the oven. Marcus swatted his ass.
“I swear to God if there someone else in the kitchen—” Chase grumbled, straightening up and closing the door.
I waved. “Hi, Chase.”
“Marc,” he whined.
“It’s Uri, give me a break,” Marc said. “How’s the food sitch?”
“Almost ready,” Chase answered, and dropped a quick kiss on Marcus’ cheek. “Show Uri the place and I’m pretty sure that we’ll be ready.”
Marcus looked back into the living room. “Does Noah want to come with—Oh. Right. Bestie Maddox is here. That boy is barking up the wrong tree.”
“Yeah, he knows it. That’s why he’s happy in the BFF zone,” I said. “He has another disaster date to tell us about later.” The grin spread across my face as I followed Marcus out of the galley kitchen to the stairs between it and the dining room.
