Page 74 of The Billionaire's Teacher

“Hey. I’m not late that much. If anyone is the king of late, it’s Tristan.” Cody nodded to where Tristan sat, staring intently at his phone. “We’re at his place and he’s basically late since he can’t put his work away.”

“Sorry.” Tristan clicked the button on the side of his phone and set it on the table. “Better?”

Cody waggled a hand from side to side.

“Are we getting pizza, too?” Noah glanced over to the island. “Knowing Wes, he got atomic wings and I’m not actually in the mood to spend all of tomorrow in pain.”

“Har har.” I stuck my tongue out at Noah. “I actually thought about your delicate princess constitution and got the medium.”

“I still want pizza.” Noah stood and made his way to the island. He peered at the wings before leaning over and sniffing carefully. “I’m not convinced I trust you not to lie just to screw with me.”

“Wow.” I clasped a hand over my chest. “You wound me, sir.”

Austin snorted. He picked up a wing and bit into it. After a moment of chewing he looked at Noah. “Definitely medium. Maybe even mild. You should be fine.”

I loaded some wings onto a plate before looking at Tristan. “I’m actually surprised there isn’t pizza here already.”

Before he could speak, there was a knock.

Tristan stood and hurried toward the door. “I’ll get it.”

Cody laughed as Tristan came back with two large pizzas.

“I guess I’m predictable.” Tristan set the pizzas down beside the wings on the island.

“There’s nothing wrong with predictable.” I flipped open the top box and breathed in the mixture of smells emanating from the loaded pie. “At least you get the good stuff.”

“Ugh. I have explained more than once that Beckett will only eat pepperoni. It doesn’t make sense to get something that no one but me will eat when there are leftovers.” Scott flicked his fingers at me. “Deal with it.”

“Whit doesn’t eat supreme?” Cody carried a heavily laden plate back to Tristan’s couch. “I thought she was all in on vegetables. Shouldn’t she love it?”

“Apparently pizza is the exception. She claims to be a purist.” Scott shrugged and loaded his plate.

“While this little foray into the ins and outs of married life is fascinating, maybe we could all get food and get down to the business at hand?” Tristan put two wings on his plate and a single slice of pizza.

I shot him a pointed look. “You on a diet?”

“No. I just happen to acknowledge that at some point in the near future, my metabolism is going to stop acting like I’m twelve. I don’t want that occasion to come with an extra thirty pounds.” Tristan sat in his chair. “I’d think someone whose livelihood now involves wearing a wetsuit would consider that wise.”

I laughed. “Scuba burns calories.”

“Can we rewind to the business at hand comment? I thought we were playing poker, not convening a meeting.” Cody took a huge bite of pizza. “Pretty sure the girls are just hanging out and having fun. So if we’re working, I’m gonna leave and go join them.”

“You’re such a newlywed.” Noah muttered.

“Guilty as charged. You should try it.” Cody waggled his eyebrows. “Have you even set a date yet?”

Noah checked his phone. “We’ve literally been engaged two months.”

“Plenty of time to choose a date.” Cody pointed a chicken bone in Noah’s direction. “Unless you’re going to do that whole engaged for five years thing.”

“No. We’re definitely not doing that. I don’t want to live in my apartment that long when I own a house.”

I laughed. “Glad you’ve got your priorities straight there, Noah. Does Jenna know it’s all about the house?”

“Shut up. You’re such an idiot.” Noah balled up a paper towel and threw it at me. “We’re talking about New Year’s Eve. I have reservations.”

“Reservations as in you’ve secured a spot or reservations as in you aren’t positive about the choice?” Tristan wiped his fingers on a paper towel.

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