“I don’t have erectile dysfunction, dipshit,” Saint growls, flipping Caz the bird.
“Are you forgetting that time you couldn’t get it up?” Caz grins, cutting vigorously into his steak.
“Are you forgetting I’d just come out of the hospital and had a reaction to the meds I was on?” Saint swiftly replies.
“How long are you going to keep reminding him of this,” I ask after chewing a piece of delicious steak. “Because Saintly’s likely to murder you if you don’t drop it, and I’m quite fond of your face.”
I know why Caz does it. Nothing insults my grumpy alpha husband more than questioning his manhood, and Caz just loves pushing his buttons.
“My face or my dick?” Caz asks, and Theo rolls his eyes.
“You have dick on the brain, dude,” Galen says. “Saintly’s right. You should get that shit checked out.”
Caz molds his mouth into an O shape. “Galen siding with his cousin. Shocker.”
“No one is taking sides; although, if you continue to poke the beast, I might need to incentivize you into toeing the line,” I add, patting Saint’s thigh.
Caz relents, like I knew he would. He throws up his hands. “No need to invoke the cockblocking strategy, babe. You know I’m only yanking Saint’s chain.” He grins at Saint. “You know I love you, man.”
Saint rolls his eyes, and Caz chuckles.
“And I’ve always got your back,” he adds with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Next time it happens, we’ll fulfil conjugal duties on your behalf.”
Saint throws a bread roll at Caz’s head, and Caz’s chest rumbles with laughter, knowing he’s won this round.
Never a dull moment, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The conversation flows freely as we eat dinner after Caz quits winding Saint up, focusing on different topics.
“I heard from Diesel today,” Theo says, and Saint, predictably, scowls.
He can pretend he still doesn’t like him, but we all know the truth. There’s a begrudging respect between them now.
“Is he still overseas?” I ask, spearing a piece of lettuce with my fork.
“Yeah. He sounds as busy as ever.”
“What’d he want?” Caz asks, pushing his empty plate away and rubbing his toned flat stomach.
“To offer me a job.” Theo beams.
“Get the fuck out.” Grinning widely, I stretch across the table to high-five my super-smart, super-sexy guy. “That’s awesome. I’m proud of you.”
“It’s only part-time, but it’s all stuff I can do remotely, and I want to contribute to the household finances.”
The only disagreement between us these past few months has been over money. Which I fucking hate, because it shouldn’t matter where the money comes from as long as we have enough. And we do. Between my generous inheritance and the sizable sum Galen got for the sale of his grandma’s house and land, we have more than enough to last us a lifetime even after purchasing this house, the garage business, and paying college tuition.
The guys donated all their savings to charity, because they didn’t want money that had come from illegal activities. They split their funds between a leading addiction support center with branches in Lowell and Prestwick and a new charity called Moonlight that provides a safe haven and support services for victims of sex trafficking.
“Plus, I can start paying you back,” Theo adds, challenging me with a look.
“Cool.” I don’t give a rat’s ass that I paid for Theo’s tuition—especially since Mom insisted on paying my tuition—or need him to pay me back, but I’ll take his money if it makes him feel better.
Initially, Theo tried reaching out to his parents, hoping they might support him financially after he landed a place at Brown, but after the media coverage of what went down with The Sainthood, they want even less to do with him now.
Fuck them. It’s their loss.
“Did Diesel mention anything to you about Christmas?” I ask Theo, and he shakes his head.
