Ignoring his brother, Colton said, “Two penises? Are both needed to impregnate or is one a back-up?”
“Both are used. Imagine having two penises, can you imagine…”
“Babe,” implored Logan, “the pool is ours for only a short period of time, so maybe we can continue this later, okay?”
“Righto,” Kieran grinned. “Chop! Chop!”
Chapter 26
Finally! Reading the email from Jackson, Hunter frowned. While permission was granted for a visit no longer than two weeks, it was the tone of it that caused him the most concern. Staring at the screen, he couldn’t put his finger on it, but it just didn’t sound like the Jackson he’d known.
Sticking his head in Hunter’s study, Mac asked, “Hey, you wanted to see me?”
Setting aside his concerns, Hunter smiled. “Yeah…did you have a chance to look at the motorhome, yet?”
“This morning. Mason gave me the ‘grand’ tour as he called it,” Mac said, sitting down across from his brother.
“And…will it work?”
“Yup. It’s perfect. Did you hear back yet?” asked Mac.
“Just now. Jackson approved a two week visit.”
“Only two weeks? Hunt, I’m not sure that’ll be enough time,” Mac said.
“I hear you, but it’ll have to do. Fuck, it took me long enough to get this and if I push for more, Jackson might rescind his permission. Did you read the complaint he filed against his uncle?”
“You mean the fucking asshole, right? I read it. I was trying to remember him and all I came up with was Mom telling us to stay away from him,” Mac said.
“You and Sawyer were pretty young when we left,” replied Hunter, “and Mom was right. Josiah was…isan asshole. According to Mom, he made Jackson’s life a living hell. If I remember correctly, Aunt Hope was going to send Jackson to live with us for a while.”
“Why didn’t she?”
“Don’t know,” Hunter shrugged his shoulders. “Not important now. Is there anything you need for the trip?”
“Nope, I’m fully stocked. We’re leaving in two days?”
“Yes, and I just hope we aren’t too late,” Hunter mused.
“I’ll do my best but, as you know, there’s a limit to what I can do,” Mac said.
“Let’s just hope luck is with us because otherwise this trip will end up being a colossal mistake.”
“If it’s any help, I can be ready to leave tomorrow,” Mac offered.
Nodding, Hunter responded, “Thanks, but I have no plans to change our plans. Hey, before you go, what’s with Sawyer?”
Adopting an ‘I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about’ look, Mac remained silent, unwilling to say anything without his brother present. Being identical twins, the two of them were inseparable when they were growing up and confided in each other about their dreams and goals. Their mother always claimed they were two halves of a whole. Nothing could divide them, even when Mac abandoned his first name, Sam and began to use his middle name, instead. Even then, Sawyer got it, understood his need to be his own person, to be an individual and not part of the Sam/Sawyer duo. And when the rest of his family ignored his decision and kept calling him Sam, Sawyer corrected them with “Mac” every single time until they capitulated. So, there was no way he was going to give the 4-1-1 on what Sawyer was planning after their trip to California.
Faced with the twins’ wall of mutual protection, Hunter gave up and changed the subject; after he fulfilled hismother’s request, there’d be plenty of time to discuss each of his brothers’ plans. “How many bags you taking?”
“Bags?” Mac blinked, surprised his brother wasn’t pushing him about Sawyer, “One? I guess. Why?”
“Quin…”
“Got it…one bag.” Mac smirked. “Anything else?”
Leaning back, Hunter looked at Mac, noticing the tightness of his face, wondering how long that’d been there. Chiding himself over missing the signs, he asked his brother, softly, “Is there enough time? Will we make it?”
