" Out of nowhere the lovely woman in question appears beside me, standing between our bar stools. “What’s going on? What is this?”
I open my mouth to explain, but Warren beats me to it. “Relax, Katie. Me and Evans…just buryin’ the old hammer.”
“Hatchet.”
“That, too.”
Her eyes flicker back and forth between us. I smile calmly. Reassuringly.
She’s not convinced. “So, what? You two get into a fight, have a few beers, and now you’re all buddy buddy? You gonna go outside and pee on the wall together, too?”
Warren holds up his hand. “Let’s not get crazy. It’s not like we’re gonna hang out and play foosball or something. But if Evans here ever needs an extra hand with an assisted suicide?” He taps his chest. “I’m your guy.”
I raise my glass. “Well said. "
― Emma Chase , Holy Frigging Matrimony (Tangled, #1.5)