Sam chuckled and nodded, pushing up from his chair. "Sure. I'll bring some wine. Something expensive enough to impress the queen."
"She is the queen," I said, already pulling out my phone. "And she'll expect the best." I thumbed a quick message to Nita — Dinner tonight. Sam's joining us. Be nice. — and hit send before I could overthink it. I could already picture her rolling her eyes when she saw it.
"Oh, and Sam," I added as he turned to leave, "you should consider giving up that 'eligible bachelor' tag. Marriage is bliss, my man."
He stopped mid-step, glanced over his shoulder. "Uuuuuh, I don't think so. The same woman every night?" He shuddered dramatically. "Forget it! I like variety. Keeps life… exciting."
I threw a pen at him. He ducked, laughing as the door closed behind him. "Crazy man," I muttered, shaking my head. My gaze drifted back to the text I'd sent Nita.
I reached for the phone again, dialing Martin's number.
