Twenty eight

Zane’s POV

Fletcher leaned back in his chair, a glint in his eye as he reached for the bottle of whiskey. "Alright, boys, time to drink some more," he said with a smirk, his gaze shifting between Zeke and me. He grabbed Zeke's glass, intending to pour him another drink, but Zeke quickly blocked it with his hand.

"Not tonight, Fletcher," Zeke said, shaking his head with a grin. "I’m tapping out."

Fletcher raised an eyebrow, his expression exaggerated with mock disbelief. "What’s this? Zeke, the legendary party animal, turning down a drink? Has fatherhood made you soft?"

I chuckled, catching onto Fletcher’s teasing tone. "Maybe we should all just stay single forever. Getting married and having kids turns you into a softie."

Zeke rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was genuine. "You two wouldn’t last a week with my life," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "But yeah, I can’t drink anymore. I’ve got to get home and tuck the kids into bed. Hence, I’ll be heading out once we’re d