Chapter 3
They planned bachelor parties early, mostly because neither of them wanted anything too dramatic and because Justin’s best friend and official Best Person Anna said the date was important for her plan. Justin, bemused, agreed; Kris shrugged and called Reggie, who was basically his only friend, and Reggie, utterly deadpan, said, “You mean I have to reschedule the s*x van?”
“Funny,” Kris said. “I mean, a van? Not anything classier?”
“Like you?” Reg said. “Sir Medium-to-High-Class Projective Magical Talent?”
“You can’t see the fingers I’m holding up,” Kris said, “but you can feel them, can’t you, if I’m projecting.”
“I’m not doing that with you,” Reggie said, “we’re both married or about to be, and we haven’t shared a bed in decades. Come over the same day she picks him up. Don
