Devon and Rex turn to look at him.
“Mac said you’re staying through the winter?”
Rex nods. “Probably stay in one of the houses in town.”
Cal pushes upright, spine straight. “Like fuck. You’re staying here.”
Devon snickers and Rex looks at me with a brow raised.
I just shrug. “Cal’s in charge.”
“Okay then. Guess we’re staying here.” Rex grabs Devon’s hand. “But you’re getting your ass into bed right now.”
Cal turns back to face me and bites his bottom lip. “Can we go to bed too?”
“Take it you don’t mean to sleep.”
He shakes his head, and I can’t help but laugh as he helps me up, then pulls me down the hall to our room.
Letting Cal lead is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Chapter 10
Devon and Cal have been acting strange for the past two days. They’re up to something and no matter what Rex and I have tried to do they ain’t spilling. Hell, I even tried flirting with Rex right in front of Devon and while the kid looked like he was about to behead me with a butterknife . . . nada.
Same for Cal.
Tight-lipped.
We tried to stalk them, but fuck if Devon ain’t slick. Circled back around and caught us.
He would’ve been a natural in the military.
This morning, Rex and I decided to go hunting, to see if we can find another deer. Between the four of us we need to stock up in case the snow gets bad. And with my shoulder, I can't be carrying shit myself.
Boys seemed a bit too happy, but they promised they wouldn’t be doing anything that’d upset us.
Well . . . they wouldn’t be doing sex stuff is what Devon said.
“Worried what we’re walking into.” Rex drags a deer carcass along.
“Me too.” I shake my head. “We said we wanted them to bond but I wasn’t expecting them to take to it so well.”
He smiles a big, full-on megawatt grin. “It’s nice though, like our own weird-ass family.”
I gotta agree with him there. Miss the camaraderie. Even in the military I was always with my teammates. Having more than just me and Cal feels like a sense of normal returning.
Deadass tired, we drop the two deer in the root cellar, then head inside and . . . “Holy fuckin’ shit.”
The damn house exploded.
Into Christmas.
Tacky decorations are on the counter and table along with Santa kitchen towels. We walk into the living room that now has fucking candy cane pillows on the couch because why not?
Ceramic reindeer are on the coffee table, and garland is everywhere, as are snowflakes and inflatables . . . inside the damn house. And of course there’s a fake wreath on the inside of the front door.
Rex busts out laughing. “It’s like the Christmas store’s ass exploded all over the house.”
