I blink twice and swallow. “Josh. Joshua.”

His gaze keeps my hands glued to my sides, the thinly veiled emotion in his eyes sending chills to my bones. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“No,” I say. My hands move around his waist and I bury my head in his chest. “I don’t do boyfriends, I do husbands.” The chuckles die on my lips when Brandon doesn’t share in my humour and a small yelp leaves me when he retracts my arms from his body.

A strand of hair falls over his face, he ignores it to ask, “Hello love? Darling?”

“Josh is my friend, that’s how we greet each other,” I...