I grinned, my hand on her back, travelling up. Callum and Seph had disappeared a while ago and everyone else was elsewhere, probably sleeping off a Christmas dinner that hadn’t been burned.
“It was a good memory of an amazing day.”
“I was so upset that day wasn’t perfect.”
“But it was. Because we saw how much you loved us all, and when you look at that book again, you’ll see how much we all love you.”
She closed the book and turned to look at me. “Grant Callaghan, you’ve never stopped amazing me in all these years.”
I stood up. “Fancy letting me try to amaze you in another way?”
Marie, my wife, laughed. “Let’s see if you’ve still got those moves.”
“Oh, I’ve got those moves alright.”
“Come on then, stud. Let’s go upstairs.”
23
‘How to Improve Your Sexual Performance’ – from Jackson to Maxwell
Seph
When Maxand Victoria had planned their wedding, they’d booked it for the evening, giving everyone the hours before to travel to the village and get ready, or in my case, sleep off the second Christmas dinner I’d managed to chow down before I’d gone to bed, and the additional snack at two in the morning when I’d gone inside for juice in the kitchen and managed to find another tray of pigs-in-blankets in the oven.
Why I was looking in the oven was a question for another time, as that wasn’t where water came from, but I went back to bed with another full stomach.
Tradition hadn’t been kept in that Max and Victoria had spent the night together, so the knock at the cabin door at precisely four minutes to eight shouldn’t have been unexpected.
“Fuck.” Shay’s groan was loud and drawn out. “Did you actually lock the door last night?”
I sat up and heard my stomach rumble. The day was going to involve some form of physical exercise otherwise there wasn’t a chance of even one ab surviving Christmas. “I didn’t fancy having Eliza using my stomach as a trampoline, so yeah.”
“One of us now has to move to unlock the fucker.” There was another long groan, one that sounded as if he might just be in pain.
“You okay?”
The garbled sentence that came back suggested he possibly wasn’t.
“I’ll get the door.” I yanked on a pair of sweats – hoping they were mine and not Shay’s as so far we weren’t the tidiest of cabin-mates.
“Good plan.”
I ignored him, sprawled out on the sofa bed with the heater on and a blanket just about covering his junk.
“Can’t you sleep with clothes on?”
He sat up and shook his head. “Get too warm.”
“What do you do when you sleep at the hospital?”
The banging at the door got louder.
He grinned. “I’m either in scrubs or in a bed where I don’t need clothes on.”
“Fuck off.”
I turned the key and my eldest brother barged through the door, looking about as stressed as I’d ever seen him.
