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“Your aunt sounds like a twat,” Trick grumbled as he stood up and walked to the kitchen where he was obviously hunting for another beer. “And you’ve been incredibly nice about this. Why haven’t you gone and fucked her up?”
He came back with a handful of beers in his big hands, handing all of the men fresh beers before retaking his seat next to the woman next to him. The woman who’d been very quiet as she listened.
“Who’s your lawyer?” she wondered when she saw me.
She leaned forward and stared.
What was her name again?
Six had introduced her, and I’d completely forgotten.
“Swayze the Bulldog is on the scent,” Trick muttered before taking a sip of beer.
I mentally snapped my fingers.
Swayze.
That was a really cute pairing. Patrick and Swayze.
They’d have to for sure name their kid Demi Moore or something. That would round out everything perfectly.
I loved the movie Ghost.
Hunt nudged me, making me flush.
“The lawyer is one that came recommended from a friend. He’s in Longview. Pratt & Oren?” I said. “I use Pratt.”
The woman curled her lips. “That twit? Send me everything you have on Monday. I’ll get this show on the road. I can’t believe any self-respecting man that calls himself a lawyer is allowing this to drag on like it is. It’s very plain and simple from what I understand. All money reverted to you at the age of twenty-five. All estates. Everything. You were very generous in what you gave her, so she should be thankful that you did. I can’t believe this has dragged on for four years now.” She shook her head. “I almost think you might want to look into the lawyer, Hunt. That way we can figure out why, exactly, it’s taken him so long.”
Hunt gave a short nod. “I’ll start on that search tonight. After I get everything done with Lynn.”
Lynn nodded his head, as if he agreed that what he’d asked Hunt to do was definitely more important than what I had going on.
And maybe it was.
I didn’t know what all Hunt was doing for Lynn, and it was honestly quite possible that I didn’t want to know.
I was going to remain blissfully ignorant for as long as I could.
In the meantime…
“Have you ever Googled ‘foal’s feet?’” Six asked Hunt.
Hunt frowned. “Can’t say that I have.”
“Do it.”
Hunt did what he asked, and I covered my eyes.
“Oh my God.” Hunt gagged. “What in the absolute fuck?”
“What is it?” Zach stood up and walked around the couch to look, gagging himself seconds later. “That’s the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I didn’t want to know.
I didn’t want to know.
I didn’t want to know.
“Please make it go away.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I have to deal with plenty of gross stuff on a daily basis. I don’t want to add to it.”
“You’re such a pussy, Wyett,” Six said as she passed me the now-empty glass of Kool-Aid. “Y’all never said anything about my announcement earlier. I think we should go camping.”
CHAPTER 12
How can you tell if a rice cake is stale?
-Text from Wyett to Hunt
HUNT
I honestly didn’t think she was serious.
I’d thought, for sure, that she’d just been joking around.
She hadn’t been.
And now, a week later, we were all camping at the lake, in primitive cabins that didn’t have any air, and I was already sweating my balls off—reminding me of a place I’d rather not ever remember again—and I didn’t have any internet signal.
So not only was it reminiscent of a time in prison due to the heat, it was also reminding me how little choice I’d had while I was in there. And how much I’d missed having my computer and a wi-fi signal at my fingertips.
The one and only bright light that seemed to brighten the dreary atmosphere was Wyett.
Over the last week, we’d gone from being hesitant roommates to something a whole lot more.
And that ‘whole lot more’ came in the form of sex.
Lots and lots of hot, sweaty, do you up against the wall because I can’t wait for you to get to a bed, sex.
Honestly, it was the greatest thing that I’d ever experienced in my life, and I was beginning to think that what I had with Wyett was much more than I could’ve ever imagined.
The one and only negative was the day that I found out that she was on the birth control shot. Something that she needed to get in a week and a half because, and I quote, she was not having a baby before she had the chance to finish school.
Which, of course, I couldn’t blame her for wanting.
It just sucked because I knew that was the one sure-fire way that I was going to get her to stay no matter what.
“What do you mean you don’t know how to ride? You’re in a motorcycle club,” Six said as she looked at the truck we’d rolled up in.
