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“Then this will be good for you. You can meet some people who aren’t from here.”
“We’ll see.”
“Don’t worry, Grace. I’ve known most of those guys since elementary and before. Although I haven’t seen Jonathon since junior high,” I added. “They’re good guys.”
And hopefully the one or ones that I wanted to avoid wouldn’t show up.
***
Brice
“Hey, Brice, have you ever eaten pan fried pickerel?” Geoff, who turned out to be a veterinarian, asked as he checked over the freshly caught fish in the cooler, looking for any issues that would make them unfit to eat.
While this wasn’t my first time visiting Voyageur Bay, all the other times I’d stayed with T.J. and Aaron at T.J.’s parents’ ranch which meant we ate a lot of beef and chicken. Not that I complained, their beef was incredible and the size of the steaks they served…filled the stomachs of three professional football players. But as for fish…I couldn’t remember. I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Well, you won’t forget this time. Not when you’re eating it freshly caught and made by Kyle.”
I understood that comment. Kyle’s father was a commercial fisherman who even owned an ice fishing business. Something that I didn’t realize was a large enterprise. In my mind, ice fishing was a couple of guys sitting around a hole in the ice drinking beer while their fishing line dangled in the icy water. Maybe, if they were lucky, they sat inside a hut with a heater so that they didn’t freeze too badly. Turns out that was recreational ice fishing and not commercial ice fishing. But I understood the difference now.
“Sounds good. So long as there’s steak as well.” I patted my naked stomach that revealed my eight pack. “After all, I’m still a growing boy.”
Of course, just as I made my comment the boat went silent, allowing everyone to hear.
“Yeah, in your ego maybe,” Aaron called out, making everyone laugh.
“I have other things that grow as well,” I said as I clutched my family jewels. Not that it received much workout this past year—who am I kidding, more like these past six years, but who’s counting? Although it had become more intimately acquainted with my hands than it ever had.
“Still talking about your ego, since I’ve seen you naked enough times to know you can’t be talking about what barely dangles between your legs,” T.J. added to the amusement of the others.
“Ahh, I didn’t know you looked so hard, T.J.—”
“Had to because it was so hard to find. It made me wonder if you even had one?”
I gave T.J. the finger as the rest of the guys on the boat busted a gut laughing.
“It’s good to know that footballers sound the same as us,” Pavel, one of Jonathon’s professional hockey player friends, said to his buddies, Trevor and Matt.”
“Although we never have to look hard to see other guys’ dicks. We’re just naturally hung larger than most.”
“Makes it hard to hide,” Matt added to Trevor’s response as he pointed to his crotch.
Men didn’t get my motor running, but like the others on the boat, I checked him out. For women everywhere, I really hoped that he was a shower and not a grower because boy, was he ever packing. “Aren’t you ever scared of skating over that thing?”
“Nah, I just wrap it around my waist like a belt.” Boos and hisses along with choked laughter sounded as Kyle steered the boat towards shore.
Before long, we pulled up against Jonathon’s private dock. The last time I’d been here, his house had been under construction. Now, the large log cabin stood complete and I examined it with envy. It looked warm and inviting, like a real home. A retreat that he could go to in order to get away and relax. Envy hit me hard. Aaron and I moved into T.J.’s home when we were reunited in Denver after spending almost four years apart playing for different teams. And while the house was nice, without a woman in it, it was a complete bachelor’s pad.
Red hair—a shade I knew well—caught my eye. “Do you think…?” I elbowed Aaron and pointed to the man who followed Jonathon and a woman towards the dock.
After greeting Jonathon on the dock and discovering that the woman was indeed Susie whom I’d met during my last trip to Voyageur Bay, Jonathon introduced us to the man who’d I already guessed the identity of.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Michael. I”—T.J. grunted when I elbowed him—“fine, we know your brother Brad quite well. We miss him in Denver, but we’re so happy to hear about his new relationships.”
Michael’s brows briefly drew together but smoothed when he realized who we were. A smile grew on his face. “You guys must be some of the pro football players that he used to work out with.”
“Guilty as charged.” Arron nudged Michael before dragging him down the dock towards land. “Now tell us all about Stephen and Caroline. Are they good enough for him?”
“They’re sickeningly sweet together. They’re worse than Ryan and his crew.”
