"Wow, rude," Kavinsky said, nudging Jack a bit. He preened, just a little, under the last two points, and then laughed and nudged Jack again. "Yeah, he is pretty okay in bed. I remember that, at least. No matter how much he wants to kick my ass. Probably sort of a problem."

He squeezed Jack's hand. "You guys are lucky. I'm glad you found each other. Wanna grab your shit out of my car?"