Colton gave him a look, then turned back to the lawyer. “So, let’s just be crystal-clear here. This is good, right? This isn’t a situation where he has to put ten thousand bucks in your hand to get twenty or marry some warty gal with no teeth or something?”
It wouldn’t have been half as funny if Ted and Colton hadn’t both had the same exact expression on their faces. No smile, no hint that they were joking, just the perfect straight men.
“I assure y’all. It is very good.” Beau pulled out a briefcase with what had to be a thousand pieces of paper in it and started going on about terms and this and that, but Zach wasn’t listening, not really.
He’d had enough.
In less than a week, his world had been turned upside down, inside out, and backward, and he had hit maximum capacity.
A pair of warm hands got him up and moving, and suddenly it was warm and quiet and sunny, and he was in a rocking chair with Colton pressing a glass with a finger of amber whiskey into his hand.
“Drink this. It’ll help.”
