"Heaven help us. They really are spending too much time with Archer," I said.
Archer yawned dramatically and made smacking noises with his mouth that he knew annoyed me immensely. I threw a napkin at him before he could scratch himself.
"If you had the paper airplane launcher, you could just hit him that way," Billy said.
I smirked. "You should have led with that."
"So we can have a loan?" Oscar asked me.
"Here's three hundred dollars," I said, taking out my wallet.
"Yes!" my little brothers said excitedly.
"I can't believe you don't appreciate everything I've done!" Archer said, yawning again. "I'm mentoring the next generation of Svenssons. Just look at how amazing Eli and Tristan are!"
"Either of you!" I barked. "What's the projected burn rate on the conference center Archer is building at the Mast Brothers site?"
Eli and Tristan looked at me blankly.
I shook my head and stood up. "Currently it's a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. You all need to find some tenants."
"You need to get laid!" Archer yelled at me as I left.
* * *
I paced outside,waiting for Penny. I felt as if I was going to crawl out of my skin.
There was a roar, and I peered down the driveway as a huge antique hearse, belching exhaust, trundled down the drive. Penny pulled the hearse to a screeching halt in front of me.
I waited a long minute. Where was my car?
Penny leaned over the passenger seat and cranked down the window. Her tits jiggled with the motion. Her sweater wasn't super low-cut, but at the angle, I could see the cleavage and the line where her breasts met. I wanted to rub my cock between them.
I wrenched the door open. Penny almost tumbled out of the car. I caught her awkwardly, one hand dangerously close to the underside of her breasts, the other on her waist.
"Apologies," I muttered.
"I'm so sorry! I wrecked your car! Actually the ghost did," Penny blurted as she sat up on the wide leather bench seat. "There was a bang and asheeeshand all the tires popped off and the windshield is kaput," she said, flailing her hands around. "But this hearse is battle ready. Plus, there's enough room in the back to get feisty, if you happen to swing that way!"
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"Get feisty in the back?" Garrett said after a moment.
I gave him a quick glance.You're going to get fired, Penny. "Sorry, off-color joke. The getting feisty, that is. I meant more that it's a hearse and it transports corpses, so you know, if you'rereallyin the Halloween spirit—"
"Just so you know, that's horribly illegal," Garrett said flatly.
"Right, but regular sex isn't," I said. "Like, I can have sex with a guy in the back of the hearse and not get arrested."
"You can't in a public place," Garrett said sharply.
Why was I talking about sex with Garrett?
"Well, get in. We're going to be late," I told him, patting the bench.
"No," he said, his jaw set.
