“I’m only in town for a few days,” he says, taking a step closer. “And I can’t make promises for anything beyond that. But if you say yes, I can promise you these few days will be the best of your life. I hope you don’t like wearing clothes.”

“Wow,” I say faintly. “That… doesn’t do a thing for me.”

His brow furrows. “I’m serious.”

And because my life is terrible, I say, “Hi, Serious, I’m Bear.”

He takes a step back. “Did you just… did you just make a dad joke?”

I bang my head on the top of the bar. “I am going to fucking kill him.”

“I have to be honest, that made you a little less attractive to me right now. And who are you going to kill? I’ve got a really good lawyer, just in case. Say the word, and I’ll—”

“Otter,” I say, lifting my head from the bar. “Otter’s going to kill me.”

“Otter,” Isaiah says slowly, eyes widening. “That guy you were dating that absolutely hated me all those years ago?”

“He didn’t hate you,” I say. “He just didn’t like the fact that you were alive.”

He looks a little shocked. “Are you two still together?”