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It took forever.
Literally.
But to be honest, I wished it would have taken him two days. Because then Marissa and I could leave.
No such luck, though.
The last stop was the huge living room where Beau and Trey currently lounged.
“Cash, you made it,” Beau said and nodded in my direction. He had a pop can in his hand and a small plate of cookies in the other.
Trey said his hello over a full mouth of cookies. He had a large plate of cookies and tarts in his hand. It looked delicious.
“Lex, grab some cookies for Cash!” Trey yelled, mouth still full of cookies.
“She’s out walking the dogs,” Marianne shouted back from the kitchen. She stood there with Marissa and a couple of other women who I’d guess were Gigi’s mom and Trey’s sister.
No sign of Jillian.
Or the douche canoe.
I sat down and talked with the guys for a while. Marianne brought over a few platters of desserts and a tray with coffee and sugar and cream.
Trey frowned. “Why didn’t you bring this out earlier?” He seemed genuinely stumped.
Marianne looked down at her son. “Because you would have eaten it all yourself.”
He shrugged, probably knowing his mom was right about that.
“Whatever,” he muttered and swiped a handful of treats.
Wes told me all about his knee replacement and the physio, etc., he’d been doing.
I guess it was a little too much for Trey. “Okay, okay already. Enough about your new knee. Jesus, you’d think it’s bionic or something.”
Then he and Beau laughed.
Wes laughed, too, and shook his head. “Just you wait, kid.”
At that moment, the front door opened. Everyone turned their heads to see—the fucking douche canoe. “They didn’t have any knee replacement cream, Wes,” he said as he hung up his coat and took off his boots. “And, Marianne, I couldn’t find any wheat germ tapioca. The grocery clerks said they’d never heard of it.”
Trey snorted and then coughed loudly. Beau’s shoulders bounced as he held in his laughter.
“You don’t say?” Marianne’s voice carried from the kitchen. “That’s too bad. I wanted to make pudding. Oh, well.”
Stuart walked into the kitchen carrying a jug of milk. He stayed there and talked to them.
Trey whispered over to me, “Mom and Wes have been sending him out on errands. But they ask him to get shit that doesn’t exist—just so it keeps him out of the house longer.” He and Beau burst out in laughter and Wes’ lips flattened. He turned his head to me and said, “That guy is—” he took a deep breath, “a lot. We need the break.”
I didn’t say a word. There was really nothing I could say in this situation.
A few minutes later, Stuart walked into the living room and stopped in front of me. “I was sitting there, Cash.”
Fuck.
I’d been under the same roof as him for exactly five minutes and I already wanted to punch him.
Wes spoke up, “We’re just catching up with each other. There’s plenty of other seats, Stu.”
