“Really,” said Harrison. “Now go ice that bruise so I don’t have to look at it anymore.”
Fraser left the room so fast he almost whacked Harrison with the stick. God, he was an obnoxious drunk. He could have sworn the guy was only on his second beer of the night, but maybe he was a lightweight.
He re-entered the kitchen in time to see Fraser nearly knock the salad bowl out of Arlo’s hands with the stick in his haste to get to the freezer. Arlo took a few steps back, giving Fraser plenty of space to avoid losing an eye, and they both watched him grab a bag of peas from the freezer and dart to the couch.
Harrison pointed a finger at Fraser and said, “Fuckingstay.”
Fraser saluted him.
“Jesus Christ,” said Harrison to Arlo as he rejoined him in the kitchen. “How many beers did you feed the golden retriever?”
Arlo quickly turned away, but Harrison saw the smile he was trying to hide. Fucking brat.
“No beers and one cooler. He likes the drinks that taste like strawberries.”
Harrison went to twist the top off his beer, but he stopped. “You’re telling me he’ssober?”
Arlo pushed the salad to the side and bent over the counter, his shoulders shaking in laughter.
“Dude, no,” said Harrison. “He has to go home, because if I wanted to look after a puppy, I would have adopted one. I’m not a dog person.”
Arlo’s blue eyes landed on him, watery with tears of laughter. “Dude, you’re the one who gave the puppy a fucking stick.”
“Do you guys need help? I can watch the barbecue.”
“No,” said Arlo and Harrison together. The last thing they needed was to burn the whole forest down because Fraser couldn’t sit still for two seconds.
“Take the salad and set the plates,” Arlo told him. “The hamburgers should be ready.”
Fine by Harrison, that gave him something to do that didn’t involve sitting in the living room with Fraser, watching him pet his gifted hockey stick like it was a lazy cat sitting on his lap. The whole thing was confusing. Was it a blond thing? Taylor had been crazy too, and he was blond.
Fuck. Nope. Not going there.
Harrison took the salad bowl and three plates from the cupboard, dishing out large portions onto each one. He wasn’t allowed to add more salad dressing over what Arlo had used, so he sulked at all the green shit on his plate until Arlo came back with the burgers.
Don’t fuck around with Arlo’s food, you will find out. He had learned the hard way when his overdressed salad ended up in the bushes for the squirrels to enjoy because Arlo got pissed at the amount he dumped on.
Fraser didn’t appear to have the same issue with the tasteless rabbit food as Harrison when he handed him his plate. He even went as far as to say it lookedgood.
Yeah right, but Harrison knew better than to complain. Arlo’s burgers were always amazing and filling, even if they were lean beef instead of real meat.
Harrison fell into his chair with a loud, annoyed sigh and picked up the TV remote, only for Arlo to snatch it from his hands.
“Are you into anime, Jett?”
Harrison rolled his eyes and picked up his fork, stabbing a piece of tomato and shoving it into his mouth grumpily.
“Like, Naruto and One Piece?”
“Fuck yes.” Arlo sat beside Fraser, even though he had the entire L-shaped couch to choose from. “I’ve been trying to get Harrison into Attack on Titan, but he said it’s boring.”
“Yeah, only until everyone dies, maybe.”
“It was boring,andthere were giant naked guys with no cocks running around,” said Harrison. “That’s a double negative in my books.”
“Your personality is the only double negative here,” said Arlo, and his words had Fraser laughing so hard he choked on his lettuce.
Harrison set his plate on his lap and gave them a double salute, which made Fraser laugh harder.
