“Right. Well, thanks for the mans, man,” Caleb said.
To that, he gave us a nod. “Take care of each other,” he said, moving past us, heading back to the stairs.
“Hey,” Caleb called as we followed him back into the main living space.
“Yeah?”
“She’s gonna say yes,” he told him. “I mean, this one did. And she chopped off the head of her ex-boyfriend.”
“I did not!” I hissed.
“Right. Well, she was trying to,” Caleb clarified. “That was our meet-cute.”
So it was.
And I was going to spend forever with the man in the graveyard in his rubber ducky shorts.