I reached over and patted Hunter’s firm, flat stomach through his shirt. “Is that a gut I feel?” “What? Fuck off.” Hunter shoved my hand away and lifted his shirt to peer down at his stomach. “I don’t have a gut,” he snapped, but his voice had an edge of worry. Edin boomed out a big laugh. “Don’t worry, josdo.” He pulled Hunter into him with a thick arm around his neck. “I still love you, even with your gut.” “I don’t have a gut!”
