“I’m glad you’re okay, but you still have terrible taste in partners.” “I thought you didn’t like details.” “I don’t, so shut up. Just know I’m judging you.” He was smiling as he pulled away though, clearly not judging Spencer too hard, despite his statement. He looked carefree and happy, at ease with himself more than he’d been a few years back. Spencer quirked a smile at him, grateful that he could call Wade a friend. “Thank you. For everything.” “You can thank me by giving me joint custody of Fatima.” “Not on your life. Get your bag, and get on the jet.”
