“So it’s settled?” Lando held out his hand.
“We have a contract.” Boba Fett grabbed his arm, Mando style.
Lando couldn’t control his smile. “Contract, huh? Is that what we’re calling it, now?”
He found himself yanked forward, held against Boba’s armored chest. The visor was as opaque as ever, but he could picture the glint in those golden brown eyes, the smirk on his soft lips. His heart beat faster.
“When you send me out to rescue your ex? Yeah, Calrissian, it’s a contract.” Boba pressed his helmet to Lando’s forehead, voice dropping to a growl. “You owe me big time.”
“Lookin’ forward to it.”