Josh swung around. “You don’t think it’s a bad idea?”
“It’s a big idea. Could go either way, but it’s probably not bad. Don’t you have tire clinics all next week?”
“Yeah. Want to learn how to use the tire changing machine?” Josh was already texting the rest of their brothers.
Josh
I’m going to Italy.
Will
Wait, what?
Josh
I know you guys need to work, but Seth is going to run the rest of my tire clinics and he needs help.
From across the kitchen, Seth groaned. “I walked into that.”
“You aren’t busy right now,” Josh pointed out. “And it’s good money.”
“Yeah, good money you need to cover a last-minute flight to fucking Italy.”
January appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Who’s going to Italy?”
“Josh.”
“Oh.” She looked surprised. “That’s a big decision for seven in the morning. You don’t want to sleep on it?”
“I can’t sleep without her, so…no.”
“Catie will kill you if you skip out before the bachelor auction tonight,” January said.
“Don’t care.” He was looking up flights on his phone and ignoring the texts from his brothers streaming back in.
Adam
I can help Monday and Tuesday.
Owen
I’ve got Thursday through Saturday off.
Will
I can help after school each day.
“Fuck,” Josh muttered. “There are no flights today or tomorrow.”
“Okay, let’s just…” January crossed the room and took his phone from his hands. “We’ll put the feelers out. Maybe Olivia knows a good travel agent. Unless you want this to be on the down low?”
He shook his head. He didn’t care who knew what he was going to do.
Seth plunked scrambled eggs and toast in front of him. “Eat. And then we’ll go to the garage and you’ll show me how to be you for the day.” His brother kissed January. “I got a new job, honey. I’m Mechanic Seth for the next week.”
“Just Tire Technician Seth,” Josh corrected.
Seth flipped him the bird.
