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though. Neither of us has been.
    New to the group, but just as awesome, is Wyatt. At first glance, he looks like a computer nerd in his black-rimmed glasses. He is, but, on closer inspection – and more t ime spent with the fucker – you’ll find he’s a cool, irreverent, tattooed version of Clark Kent. His dark hair is always short at the back and spiky on top. He’s bulky, but not overly so.
    He has the most awesome tattoo, black wings that trail down his back with a broken halo in between his shoulder blades. Tats also cover his arms to the elbow and he has black flames peaking up from his collared shirt on his neck. He is a computer nerd, but one o f the coolest sons o’ bitches I’ve gotten to know in a while. Oh, and he’s also married. Happily so.
    We’re a rowdy set, and I wouldn’ t change the fuckers.
    “ Hey, marriage is a noble institution, filled with lots of love and happiness. Leave the boy alone. If he wants lock his dick down, let him lock his down,” Johann says sarcastically.
    I roll my eyes, ready to defend myself, but Wyatt chimes in, “Shut up, pencil dick. Marriage is a noble institution, filled with love and happiness. It’s fuckers like you who fuck it up for everybody.”
    “That’ s why I stays single,” Luke counters, knocking fists with Johann.
    “No, honey, you’re single because you can’t get pussy,” Wyatt teases Luke, patting his hand in a there, there, sonny way.
    The table breaks out in hysterics, laughing like no one else is around. A woman clears her throat in that obnoxious way that says there are other people around, you know.
    We all pause, looking at the table she is at, and then break out into louder hysterics.
    “Too much come in the throat, honey?” Wyatt sneers and we laugh again.
    The woman throws down her napkin, muttering, and shoots us a death glare before screeching her chair backwards and stomping off without leaving a tip.
    “Aw, sweetie,” Connor pipes up, clutching his chest mockingly, “You’re breaking my heart.”
    “You guys are gonna get us kicked the fuck out of here,” I say, wiping tears from my eyes.
    “If Johnny boy knows what’s good for him, “Connor huffs, looking around for said owner, “he’ll keep those thoughts in that fat noggin of his. Our money is just as good as the rest of these suits and skirts.” Connor says that last part loudly.
    Candy, the hostess, glares at him. He shoots her a smile and a wink and I swear her panties disintegrate right in front of my eyes. My little brother is a lady-killer.
    I shake my head and chuckle lightly at the group of guys I call friends. I wouldn’t change them for all George Clooneys in the world. What? I heard the old fucker’s cool.
    “Dude, seriously. There are other ways to commit suicide, you know?” Luke interjects. “Like slitting your wrists. Or jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. Hey, why don’t you get that mean ass .44 caliber of yours and blow your brains out? Why get married when you can just give your girlfriend the house when you start hating her guts?”
    I stare at Luke like he’s lost his mind.
    “Okay, Luke, even for you that’s way harsh,” Johann comments.
    “Yeah, dude, lighten up. You’re acting like you’re gonna lose him or somethin’,” Connor adds.
    Luke looks at me strangely. The shadow is gone in a second, but I see it. I don’t know if it is a situation where he’s just concerned for me as a friend or if it’s something more, but, I let it pass. For now.
    “Look, I wanna do this. I’m gonna do this,” I resolve.
    “You had that ring for twenty-one days, Collin. If you were sure, the moment you bought that ring you would’ve popped it on her pretty little manicured finger,” Luke argues.
    Johann and Wyatt nods in agreement, but it is Johann that speaks first, “Yeah, dude. What’s up with that?”
    “The moment I bought that diamond for Reese, I couldn’t wait to give it to her. Waiting those few days until she came home from