The chick last night marked you, he said, gesturing to my throat. Might be a stalker. You’ll want to prepare to wake up with your balls removed. Raven might cut off my balls, but not because she’s a stalker. More like she’s just in a bad mood or gassy. Tawny looked at me then shook her head. Oh, Vaughn. You’re fucked. Actually, I was and quite well. In fact, I think she bruised my hip bones. Laughing, Tawny cuddled against Judd. When’s the wedding? Once Judd started laughing, I flipped them off and looked at my menu. We’re fuck buddies. Nothing more. Judd nodded. Makes sense. A man of your stupidity couldn’t handle a relationship. Best to keep your life simple. She’s hot. That’s all I care about. She is hot, Tawny said, smiling easier now. She could probably land a rich guy with those looks. Did you just call me poor? I only mean she could get someone better than a manwhore with commitment issues. Fuck you, I said and Judd looked ready to hit me. I could commit if I wanted to. If I wasn’t expecting to die soon, I’d commit all over the fucking place. You don’t even have a pet. Who would take care of my pet when I died? If it was a cat, we’d take it in. Judd frowned. No more cats. One more wouldn’t hurt. In fact, if we have a bunch of cats, people will stop asking when we’re having a kid. Judd’s frown disappeared. Another cat wouldn’t be the end of the world. Judd’s the one who can’t commit, I muttered. He’s married and we have two cats. We’re plenty committed. You’re the one getting hickeys from a girl who likely will marry someone else in a few months. Why a few months? I don’t know. I just feel like she’ll be married in a few months. A rich guy. Are you psychic now? Yes, I’m going to open a shop and tell people their fortunes. Smiling, Judd kissed her forehead. A businesswoman. That’s sexy. Don’t even think about ditching me again so you two can fuck. You can hump each other later. Oh, we will, Tawny said, waving over the waitress.