Page 242 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I missed her like crazy, but God, I was happy for her. Happy for both of us, actually. And although our lives had taken completely different paths, we were still as close as ever. FaceTime and Skype and twice yearly visits to see one another helped with that.

As the four of us sat inside of Radio Star, a popular karaoke bar in Midtown, drinking beer and watching the crowd showcase their drunkest vocals, I knew with certainty that life couldn’t get any better than this.

“Are you gonna be a little pussy, Lances?” Amanda all out slurred this time, and I flipped her the bird from across the table.

“Shut up, drunky.”

“I’m dot srunk! You’re drunk!” she shouted back, and I couldn’t fight the smile that consumed my face.

“Exactly.”

Mateo wrapped his arm around his wife and chuckled. “I think you’ve hit your quota, mi amor.”

She raised her glass directly in front of his face and frowned. “But I’m all out.”

Instead of responding, he merely set her glass back down on the table and kissed his wife until she basically forgot her fucking name. It was more than apparent that the man knew when to pick his battles. I liked him on principle alone.

Scott wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tucked me close to his side. “What’s the over under?” he asked on a whisper, and I tilted my head to the side in confusion. “How many minutes will they last until they have to leave to go do the sex?”

“Hmmm…” I tapped my chin with my index finger and glanced back at Amanda and Mateo. Considering they were still engaged in a battle of the lips and tongues, something had to give soon. “I give them another ten minutes tops.”

Scott grinned. “I’m going with five minutes.”

I quirked a surprised brow. “Five minutes? Really?”

“Yes, really,” he answered and kissed the corner of my mouth. “What are we wagering?”

I shrugged. “What do you want to wager?”

“If I win, you have to promise to actually consider the idea of marriage.”

I rolled my eyes. “And if I win?”

“No proposals for the next ninety days.”

“Ninety days?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He raised his brow. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Of course I don’t,” I answered quickly. Probably too fucking quickly with the way Scott was grinning at me like the Cheshire cat. “It’s a deal, buddy,” I said and held out my hand.

He shook it without blinking an eye, and I didn’t like it.

The bastard was pretty damn confident. Too fucking confident, in my opinion.

And unfortunately for me, not even two minutes later, Amanda and Mateo were able to break their lips’ suction and stand up from their seats.

“We’re leaving!” she shouted so loudly that her voice carried over the woman on stage singing “Like a Virgin” at the top of her lungs. “I want to have sex!” she added, and Mateo just smiled his million-dollar smile.

Seriously. His smile was literally worth one million dollars. Not only had he obtained quite the success in his music career, he’d also become the apple of a lot of women’s eyes.

“No, don’t go! Stay a little longer,” I exclaimed and hopped to my feet. I glanced down at my watch and noted that I literally needed another six minutes to pass to even come close to winning the bet. “Just six more minutes, please!”

Amanda shook her head. “Nope. I want the sex. With my husband.”

“But you can always have sex with your husband,” I whined, and Scott chuckled softly beside me.

“Sorry, Low,” Amanda said and hugged me tightly. “Call me in the morning so we can meet for breakfast, ’kay?”