“Like a captain should be. Let’s go show your brother you’re okay,” Carson said, opening the front door of the cottage.
Chapter 32
“Eamon,” Galen yelled, squirming to get down, “I’m gonna have a scar!” Once his feet were on the floor, he ran into the living room, stopping short when he found himself surrounded by strangers.
“Gally,” Eamon cried at hearing his brother’s voice.
Galen’s eyes darted around until he saw Remy and Eamon, quickly running to them. “Eamon, look…I’m a pirate!”
Glancing up at Carson, Remy asked, “What happened?”
“Nothing serious, I’ll let Mrs. B tell you,” Carson said, as he turned to the nanny who’d just joined them.
“Galen tripped over his brother’s foot and Eamon got upset when he saw the blood,” Mrs. Beasley explained.
“Galen, let me see,” Remy said, removing the makeshift bandage. Examining the wound, he was relieved at what he saw. “C’mon, guys, let’s get this cleaned.”
“Carsso said I’m gonna have a scar,” Galen said excitedly.
“I want a scar too,” Eamon insisted.
Taking Rune from Mrs. Beasley, Carson said, “Oh, boy, someone needs his diaper changed, we better tag along with you, Remy.”
“Thank you, Carson,” said Mrs. Beasley, “I’ll go get lunch ready.”
Rising, Remy looked around at his guests. “I’m sorry for the interruption, but please will you all join us for lunch?”
“Yes, please stay,” Carson said. “Remy made this absolutely amazing dish and you just have to try it.”
“Mate, can we?” asked Fionn. “We can’t pass up a chance to enjoy some real French cooking, now, can we!”
“Nope, we can’t. What about you, Oracle?” asked Hunter.
“Absolutely! I would never pass up a chance like this,” Oracle said. “While you are getting Galen sorted out, I will help Mrs. Beasley.”
“Hey, we can set the table, right mate?” asked Fionn.
“Right,” Hunter agreed, smiling.
Grinning, Carson followed his mate and the two boys out of the living room. The worry in his gut was gone, chased away, knowing now he could protect his family. Nuzzling Rune’s soft, white-blond curly hair, his heart was filled with love for all of Remy’s brothers, a family he was thankful for with every fiber of his being.
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Groaning, Sawyer rolled over, his hand blindly groping for the source of the ungodly sound waking him up. Reaching to quiet the alarm several times without success, he finally opened his eyes to the pre-dawn light, then quickly shut them again once he’d located and turned off the offending instrument of torture. Sighing at the quiet once more enveloping him, he plumped his pillow, secure in the knowledge there wouldn’t be any more surprises. Sleep reclaimed him, letting him resume the dream that had been so rudely interrupted.
Suddenly, bolting upright, Sawyer looked across his bedroom at his packed duffle bags sitting near the door. “Holy Fuck!” A bolt of excitement shot through him. “I’m really doing this!” Scrambling out of bed, he headed over to the window, checking for the motorhome to makesure it hadn’t disappeared over night.Nope, it’s still here, waiting for my grand adventure!
Whirling around, a broad smile filled his face—his dream was going to start that day. “Fucking hell!” he shouted, dancing over to the bathroom. A shower and a shave were on his agenda before he said goodbye to Mac, though he’d done that last night along with saying goodbye to Mase and Quin. But Mac was his twin, and Sawyer knew he’d miss him most. Shaking off that thought, he turned on the water, concentrating on arriving in Surf City, USA by the end of the day.
As the throbbing, jets of water bounced off his lean, muscled body, he realized he was too impatient to take his time and sightsee on the way down the coast—which is why he’d set his alarm to go off so early.If the traffic is light, I can make it to Huntington Beach in about eight hours.That’ll give me plenty of time to find a place to park the motorhome and, if I’m lucky, I can sign up for lessons and buy my surfboard.Pleased at his change in plans, Sawyer wasted no time soaping up and rubbing out a quick one before rinsing off.
Toweling himself off, Sawyer glanced at the large shower, knowing he’d miss it; the one in the motorhome was tiny in comparison. But that was a small price to pay…besides, I’ll be in the ocean most of every day.Not bothering to wrap a towel around him, he strode out of the bathroom, stopping when he saw Mason sitting on his bed. His grin faltered at the unexpected visit, wondering if something was going to threaten his trip. “Hey, what’s up?” Sawyer asked, grabbing his jeans.
“Nothing much,” Mason replied, “I forgot to tell you Carson found his mate.”
“No shit! Well good for him.” After putting on his jeans, Sawyer sat down in a chair before slipping his feet into his sneakers.
“Keep in touch, okay?”
