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warned, letting himself go lax so that his weight unbalanced them. Surprised by the ploy, Bull overcorrected and Owen was able to slip away. He righted his clothes and smirked. “You know I can hold my own if I have to. I just don’t want to bruise that pretty face before your big day.”
    “Red would’ve kicked your ass if you did.”
    “Exactly!” Owen gave an exaggerated shudder. “That redheaded spitfire of yours is scary when he’s all about protecting his man.” Yep, and Bull liked him that way. “So, who’s Red asking to stand for him? Craig?”
    “No,” Bull said. Red had accepted Craig as his brother, had kept the lines of communication open, and they were getting closer all the time. But when the subject of who to ask came up, Red hadn’t hesitated to say Javier. So often he would catch them with their heads bent together, talking and laughing, and he could easily picture them much younger. Little partners in crime. As often, he saw Saul watching with the same affectionate amusement and more than passing gratitude. Red brought something out in Javier and Saul firmly believed that Red’s friendship gave him the strength to face his fears. “He’s asking Javier.”
    “Of course.” Owen nodded, seeing the obvious. Now that he was living in Saul’s house, he had a ring side seat to all the various dynamics that he’d only witnessed from the outside before. Issues aside, he was neither stupid nor obtuse. “Javier will be thrilled.”
    “Yeah, he will,” Bull agreed as he nodded gravely. “I just hope he doesn’t blubber all over Red the way you just did.”
    “Fuck you,” Owen grumbled, his lips twitching as he tried to hold back his laugh.
    “Had I known I was going to get that reaction, I’d have just called or sent a text.” Bull stopped trying to hide his grin and laughed outright when Owen’s eyes narrowed on him.
    “Asshole.”
    “Yeah, but you love me.” Right? Bull said it freely and often, but it was rare for Owen to say it back.
    Green eyes so much like his own rolled comically and Owen looked at the ceiling as if asking for the answer. “Hell if I know why, but yeah, you big meathead, I love you.”
    Bull put a hand over his heart and gasped dramatically. “Wow. That was so heartfelt, I think I might need to sit down.”
    Owen just rolled his eyes again. “So, come on, tell me what you need me to do. Do I gotta wear a monkey suit? Carry the rings? Throw the bachelor party? Strippers…”
    Bull shook his head quickly. “Hell, no, there will not be strippers!”
    “Come on, man, hot guys in g-strings gyrating in your face? Tell me you aren’t looking forward to that.” Owen grimaced as if the idea didn’t even appeal to him.
    “Shocking as it may seem, no, I’m not.” Bull cocked his head and tried to imagine his brother in a strip club pushing dollar bills in g-strings and just couldn’t. “You don’t go to those places, do you?”
    “Naw, man, but I would if that’s what you wanted.” Owen paused, his face deep in thought. “A guy on the crew got married a couple of months ago and they had this joint bachelor / bachelorette party. Joint friends of the couple getting together for dinner and doing a pub crawl. Everyone chipped in for one of them party buses, and to cover the bride and groom’s food and drinks. It was pretty cool.”
    Now that sounded better and something completely different from just getting together at the local bar down the street. They hadn’t really considered a bachelor party because they didn’t really consider themselves bachelors. No, they were already partners who were committed to each other for the long haul. Still, the idea of just cutting loose with their friends had a lot of appeal.
    “I like it and I think Red would like it.”
    “He doesn’t drink, though.” Owen frowned a little. “I always forget the important shit like that. I’ll talk to Javier and we can figure something else out.”
    “It’s still a great idea