I set the bottle down and reach out, taking Temper’s hand. “God, I love you.” “Are you drunk? You are such a lightweight.” “Seriously, Temper?” That’s her response to me pledging my love to her? “You ingrate. I’m not drunk.” She squeezes my hand. “I love you too, Callie, even if you go to earth and do body shots without me.” “Hey, I invited you to the wedding.” “Only because you needed an ordained minister.”
