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The cake was simple, with vanilla buttercream—exactly the way Max liked it. No frills, no fancy decor. Just a piped shell border, and then in red icing in the middle, Happy Birthday Max, Please Let Us Eat Your Ass.


Aaah, so that's why Spencer sent Collin to pick up the cake.

COLLIN APPARENTLY HAS SOME ASS EATING IN HIS FUTURE

Way to go to make the epilogue's title a memorable one.

"Two weeks ago, I had a ring in my pocket meant for someone else,” he reminded them both.

We know, Frodo.

Collin’s cabin smelled like it had two weeks before. Like soap and detergent, an underlying taste of food that made Max feel like he was at home, all wrapped in the smell of wet goat.


Wrapped in the smell of wet goat?! This is so funny. I wonder if this ever saw an editor at all.

Hell had been losing Max and Collin.


Hell? As in Lucifer's hell? LOL. Or a typo.

"We can take cats. We can take goats and duck too.”

This book needs a disclaimer or something. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story.

“My darlings, I never should have let you two leave.”


Collin sometimes sounds like a Christoph Waltz villain. I can hear the accent through the pages, LOL.

“I don’t need marriage or anything, but I need to know that we’re really doing this."


You've only know them for two days and one night. Damn right you don't need marriage yet. Jesus.

SPENCER IS READY FOR THE GOATS

I swear these chapter titles are killing me ;-)

"You’re the reason, because you make us fit. I couldn’t stop thinking about Max when I left, but...I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either. This doesn’t work without you, Collin. It’s the three of us, or nothing.”