I roll my eyes. “Go home, Rowan.”
“Fine. I’ll text you when I make it back. You know, in case the Holy Spirit moves you and you want to pray for my safety,” he says with a wink.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
rowan
My brother-in-law sinks another putt,making Blake and JD groan in unison as he returns to save his club with a smug look on his face.
“Is this what playing football with me felt like for everyone else?” JD asks, patting his mid-section. “I mean, back when I was in better shape.”
Blake snorts. “Pretty much.”
Landry’s cocky smirk grows wider. “That might be the most satisfying and vindicating thing I’ve ever heard,” he begins, pausing before adding, “Coming from another man, anyway.”
“We should hug it out,” JD turns and takes a step in Landry’s direction with outstretched arms, and Blake guffaws loudly when Landry picks up his club again.
“Touch me and I’ll tee off on the nearest balls I can find, Golden Boy,” Landry growls.
“Aw, and I thought you’d softened up since Daisy dusted off the old driver,” JD muses, barely able to keep himself from laughing.
Landry shoots me an apologetic look before addressing JD again. “Not that soft.”
“All right, all right, I’m sorry,” JD says with his hands lifted. “I’monly kidding, but I’ll cut you some slack in front of your brother-in-law.”
“Oh, please, don’t take it easy on him on my account. I’ve already been desensitized after staying over at their house so often. Now I’m just grateful my sister doesn’t seem to mind keeping old Doc Reed in a good mood,” I offer dryly.
JD and Blake laugh again, and Landry glares angrily in my direction this time. “Hey, you’re supposed to take my side any time I’m up against a Bourgeois brother. That’s the rule,” Landry says, and I press my lips together to stifle a laugh at his serious tone. “Besides, you’ve been so far up Claire’s ass when you come to town that I barely see you anymore.”
He crosses his arms in satisfaction after making his point, and I frown at the Bourgeois brothers’ chorus of “oohs.”
“Now, girls. Remember, we’re all friends here,” Blake declares as he digs through his own bag to retrieve a putter.
“There’s more space at Claire’s house … and less chance of walking in on someone making a baby,” I grumble in my defense.
“And whose fault is that?” Landry retorts sarcastically.
The image of Claire in her pajamas flashes through my mind, and my frown transforms into a pout. “I don’t say this often, but sometimes doing the right thing really,reallyfreaking sucks.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Blake confirms before going over to his ball.
JD clicks his tongue. “A couple months of abstinence, and this kid thinks he’s a saint.”
“It was ten months, most of it spent living alongside the love of my life, also known as the sexiest woman alive, thank you,” he replies and refocuses his efforts on his putt, cursing under his breath when he misses.
“Yeah, well, try thirty-three years,” I mutter, and their heads swivel in my direction.
JD narrows his eyes at me. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I sigh, figuring I might as well come clean now. “Yeah. Except I nearly ruined my streak a few months ago … the night I met Claire.”
Landry coughs over a laugh, and I shoot him an indignant glare of my own. “What? You’re the one voluntarily spilling your guts to douchebag and douchebag junior,” he reminds me.
“Hey, it’s douchebag thethird,” JD corrects him with a smile. “And I’m not judging him either way. I’d already been celibate for a couple of years when Tenley and I got together, and we kept it that way until we tied the knot.”
I lift my brow in surprise.
“Yeah, right. That’s rich coming from the guy who’s always cracking jokes about his sex life,” Landry interjects.
