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There was silence for a long moment, several men opening then closing their mouths. They looked at one another, then back at Pork.
“Yeah, I thought the same thing,” chuckled Pork. “I kept thinking if we let her around Charlie, Gabi, and the therapy team, we’re gonna have more babies on the property than we can handle. If Mama Irene finds out what she does, it’s gonna be a party at Belle Fleur.”
“I heard that,” groaned Gaspar. “That’s kind of cool, though. I mean, everyone needs a little help now and then. I don’t profess to know everything, and I’m always willing to do what needs to be done to keep my beautiful wife happy.”
“Same,” said Ghost.
“Really? I would have thought you guys would be making fun of this,” said Pork.
“Brother, I never make fun of someone who helps others and makes an honest living. Over the years, we’ve learned a lot about the need for therapy and self-care. I admit that when I was a younger man in the service, I probably scoffed at the idea. But it’s saved every man here. Is she married?”
“Nope. Divorced. Apparently, her husband divorced her because he didn’t like what she did for a living. Equated it to talking ‘porn’ to strangers. Obviously, a dumbass.”
“Well, she’s welcome to stay here as long as she likes,” said Gaspar. “Does she have a private office?”
“She sees most of her clients in video conference,” said Pork. “I guess it’s less embarrassing that way, I don’t know. Plus, I guess she worries when single clients make appointments. You never know what you’re going to get, and living where she does, there aren’t a lot of neighbors to hear her scream if something were to happen.”
“Another reason for the dog,” said Nine. Pork nodded.
“I’ll make that ad on one of the social media boards after we’ve had some time in the field. In the meantime, I can head out with George and Sven again tomorrow, see what we find.”
“Hey, Pork? Maybe don’t go together. I think three of you might make them nervous. Stay in pairs, but no more than two at a time for now.”
“Roger that,” he nodded. “I’ll see if I can get Kegger or Otto to tag along. They’re both getting lazy as shit having women around.” He smirked at the men, aware of what he’d just said.
“Never know, Pork. You might be the next lazy bastard in the group.”
Pork just shook his head, leaving the offices and heading back to the cabin where he’d left Katherine. Typical of the senior wives, they’d given her a cabin not far from his own. As he walked the path, Erin, Lauren, and Grace were walking toward him.
“Hi, ladies,” he smiled.
“Hi, Pork,” they said in unison in a sing-songy way.
“Oh, lord. What now?”
“Nothing,” laughed Grace. “She’s lovely, Pork. Truly. We’re going to pick her brain tomorrow about new ideas. For all of us and our husbands.”
“Oh, shit. Please don’t tell them I sent you to her,” he said, shaking his head.
“Honey, they know better than that,” smiled Erin. “Besides, it might be good for all of us to have someone like her around. I mean, Bree helps victims of sexual abuse. It seems natural that we would have someone at the opposite end of that spectrum.”
“Are you going to ask her to stay?” he asked with a serious expression. The three women laughed at him, shaking their heads.
“No, honey. You are.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“How are you enjoying the cabin?” asked Pork as he settled with Katherine into the small skiff, heading to the main cafeteria. The senior team had a small cafeteria on Belle Île, but when they were able, they preferred the larger main facility where they could visit with their children, grandchildren, and younger teammates.
“Just how big is this place?” asked Katherine, allowing the warm spring breeze to blow her hair in every direction.
“It’s massive. I’m not even sure of how many acres are here, but it’s completely secured and safe for everyone.”
“I think I would get lost out here,” she frowned. He chuckled, shaking his head as he steered the small skiff toward the dock.
“No. Matthew made sure all the paths are well-lit, and they have directional signs and mileage markers. If you go down in mileage, you’re closer to the main property.”
“Mileage? You’re measuring paths in miles, Forrest. That tells me all I need to know.”
