Chapter 62
“You can call people about a castle.” Andy shook his head. “Sometimes I forget you live on a different planet from the rest of us. One with turrets. And anchovies on pizza. Actually, I had a question for you.”
Jason, who knew the question in question, shoved down the grin and kept it in waiting.
“I honestly like anchovies,” Colby protested. “Yes, of course, anything I can do—”
“Assuming he says yes, and assuming we’re doing the whole big wedding thing, we’ll need, y’know, the wedding party. People up there with us. So…” Andy offered up inviting eyebrows, a head-tip, a summons. “You in? You and Jill, obviously.”
Jason had only seen Colby speechless a handful of times. This was one.
Colby literally put his free hand over his mouth, lowered it, breathed, “Oh…you’d want…you want mein your wedding…”
“My currently hypothetical but probably happening wedding,” Andy said, “yep. You’re my friend, you anchovy-eating weirdo.”