Gemma’s laugh chimed in the same time as Jack’s and I looked over to catch her shaking her head to herself.
“That’s more like it,” Jack replied. “Listen, man, I gotta run, but seriously, congrats. Gemma’s a lucky woman. You make one hell of a best friend, pilot, son, and business man. I see no reason why husband won’t be another great role for you to fill.”
A sudden swoop of emotions swelled in my chest at Boomer’s words and I tried to shrug it off before it got to me too much. I may be getting married and changing my ways, but I wasn’t gonna start crying at the drop of a hat. I had to draw the line somewhere.
“Thanks, Boomer. Tell Holly hello from both of us and we’ll see you this summer.”
“The war of the weddings.”
“Game on!”