Henry purses his lips for one … two … three seconds before his head tips back and a loud, booming laugh escapes him. “She pounced on me the second you were out of the room. Played out just like you said it would, man.” Merrick holds his glass up. Henry clangs his against it in a toast. “Fuck, I missed you, Mer.” Wait a minute. I gape at Merrick. “Were you lying to me? I’m not going as the bearded lady?” He winks. “I told you not to bother trying.”
