“If Charlie tells you to screw off when you get on one knee, it’s because your ego is the size of Texas.” “So’s my dick.” I roll my eyes. “Fat and squat, then? Lucky lady.” “What’s fat and squat?” Hunt asks as he approaches us, his duffel—like Harrison’s—hiked over one shoulder. “Harrison’s dick.” Hunt grins wickedly. “You in the fat-and-squat-cock club, buddy?” He lifts a hand, palm out. “Give it, here, my man. It’s a party of one—you’re the first to join.” Harrison throws out a fist and punches our center in the arm. “Asshole.”
