“Sorry,” I mumbled, slowing to a walk and waiting for him to catch up. “I sort of forgot you were here. And pushing a stroller. God, I’m an asshole.”

Max waved me off and we fell into step beside each other again to cool down. “I may not be in as good of shape as whatshisname, but, Jesus, Hanna, you were running like your arse was on fire. What’s wrong?”

“I got a little lost in my head,” I said, and it was only once we slowed that I noticed the way my quads were burning, the churning of my stomach. “Ugh, I feel like I’m going to barf.”

“Feeling a little rough this morning, I take it?” Max asked, laughing lightly.

I groaned. “You could say that.”

“And would this be from the tequila or the husband?”

“Both.”

He made a sympathetic sound in the back of his throat.

Anna started to fuss and Max reached down, adjusting her blankets. “Sounds like there’s a story there.”

“I’m not used to being annoyed with Will. We never fight, so maybe that’s why I’m a bit... unsettled by it.”

“That’s understandable,” he said, moving off to the side and smiling at another man running past us. “Though if I’m being honest, what I heard last night didn’t sound much like a fight to me.”

“We get along so well and I’m absolutely not used to him being annoyed with me. My brain misfires when there’s a hiccup like that.”

“Hanna, getting married is huge. Finding a new job is huge. Moving is fucking huge. Doing them all together might make you certifiably insane. Give yourselves a break, right?”

Nodding, I kicked a rock near my shoe. “I know. It’s just weird when we don’t handle everything easily.”

Max shook his head. “I never thought I’d find a couple who fit in such an odd fucking way as Bennett and Chloe... but you and Will just might have them beat. Though it is possible you two could be robots. Looking into it, actually.”

“Very funny,” I said, and slugged him in the shoulder. “I can’t believe Will thinks I should take a job without any research component,” I added. “Doesn’t he know that I love the lab? Doesn’t he know it’s been my dream my whole life to run a lab?”

“Well, he’s arse over tits for you, and being in love turns even the smartest man into an idiot. No doubt you all have some scientific jargon to back that up.” He glanced over at me and barked out a laugh. “You do, don’t you?”

“I mean, there’s basic neurochemistry involved in falling in love—or lust, for that matter—and it has definitely been shown to affect brain function...” I realized what I was doing and gave him a guilty grin.