Layla said.
Brady said.
None of us argued with that.
Griffin said.
Hunt gasped softly, but it was loud enough to make my heart thunder until the three Magnums kept kissing—and now also groping—each other without pause.
Hunt asked.
Before I could properly freak out about that possibility, someonetsked at our backs.
We whirled around, Griffin gripping my hand more tightly as if preparing to run with me.
My mouth dropped open, when I didn’t think I had more shock left in me. Surely, I should have been completely numb by now.
But a fourth Magnum stood on the other side of the pillars. He wore a dark mask around his eyes, a cowboy hat and boots, and booty shorts—with an open fly in the front, through which his stiffy was poking.
There was no shortage of Magnums or erections in this joint.
Layla said when my brain was legit broken.
“What are you lot doing here?” Bootyshorts announced aloud.
Which caused the other three Magnums to immediately cease their kissing and fondling—and trail surprised stares along the length of the room to eventually land—and remain—on us.
Oh, their surprise had nothing on ours…
“We came to see Uncle Magnum,” Layla said. As the only one among us capable of speech, she was our perfect spokesperson. “We needed him. But now we don’t know which one of you to come to for our heart-to-heart.” She barked a brief laugh. “No pun intended on the coming bit.”
She canted her head to one side and examined Bootyshorts up and down, not shying away from his dick, on full display and not losing any of its rigor.
“Who are you supposed to be, dressed up like that? Are you … Zorro?”
Zorro? I couldn’t even spell Zorro right now, let alone carry on like we weren’t surrounded by no fewer than four naked Magnums—when there was only supposed to be one of them in Logical World. How, oh how, do we get back to Logical World?
Hey, destiny, fate, the universe, whatever, wasn’t one rich asshole out to murder us enough?
I received no answer, though Layla did.
Bootyshorts smiled triumphantly. “Why yes, I am Zorro. Thanks so much for noticing. These assholes never can figure it out.”
Based on personality alone, Zorro was not our usual Magnum.
Zorro looked over at the others. “Do we have to erase all of them? I like this one. She gets me.”
Stander disengaged from the two Magnums at his front and back and stalked toward us. His brows were drawn low overstormy eyes. His stiffy bounced at first, but it was rapidly deflating to half-mast.
“Yeah, we have to erase them. All of them.” He frowned. “Which means we have to start over again, dammit.”
