With the Tetons in the distance, it’s the perfect spot to enjoy food and drinks after a day spent at the national park or meandering around town. The town is bustling around us.
The best part? It’s only us up here right now.
Since my injury, I’ve been wary of people. Every person in town seems to slow their pace when they see me, hoping to get a look at my gnarly leg.
It’s not nearly as bad as it used to be, but it’s still an eyesore.
“What do you think?” Peter asks, setting the drinks down on a small table in the igloo near the door.
“This looks fucking awesome.” I grab one of the beers and plop into the seat.
“I keep telling him that, but he doesn’t believe me,” Nash says, joining us.
“You have to say that because you love me.” Peter rolls his eyes, grabbing his own copper mug.
“That’s why I wouldn’t lie to you. I think this is going to be great for business.”
“Very romantic,” Mason confirms, shutting the door to the igloo behind him.
“God, you’re such a sap now.” I shake my head, taking a swig of Peter’s newest IPA, the Dixon Delight. Damn is it ever refreshing.
“You would be too if you had a new fiancée.”
“I agree with Logan. It’s weird seeing you smile so much.” Nash points at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.”
“Maybe you just need to get laid more…”
“Hey!” Peter tosses a balled-up napkin at Mason. “That’s a dig at our sex life.”
“Gross. Can we please not talk about this?” I wince, taking another long pull of my beer.
“I forgot our brother here has never had sex before,” Mason jokes.
“Okay, fuck you.”
“Speaking of people needing to get laid more.” Nash points in my direction.
“And here I thought you were my favorite, Nash,” I scoff.
“We’re just looking out for you.”
“Maybe once you’re cleared to play again, you can maybe think about settling down.” Mason eyes me over his own drink.
I love my family. I really do. But they are the biggest bunch of meddlers.
And I don’t need any more meddling in my life right now.
“Just because all of you fools are settling down, doesn’t mean I need to.”
Mason leans back in his chair. “You sound like I used to.”
“Okay, old man.”
“Something to think about,” Peter reiterates. “You’ll want someone to grow old and wrinkly with.”
Nash gives my brother a soft look. The same expression that Mason had when thinking about his fiancée, Ivy.
I had that once. The kind of love that I see all of my siblings have found. Over the last year, all of them have fallen in love and partnered off.
