“Told you,” Baz said with a chuckle.
“What exactly did you win?” Evan prompted.
“Keepin’ my pride intact.” He laughed and proudly announced, “I’m the only one who won’t look like an idiot at the end of this.”
Several people grumbled.
“Go ahead,” Baz urged Atticus, nudging the duffel bag in his direction.
Brantley shook his head. He knew without a doubt that if JJ planned this, it wasn’t going to be nearly as simple as she’d laid it out to be the other night.
Which meant letting the embarrassing antics commence.
***
Reese knew he was going to hatewhatever came next. And while he would inwardly cringe and curse JJ up and down, he fully intended to be a good sport.
Well, that was the thought right before Atticus pulled out two trucker caps. Both had short white veils attached to the back, like some kind of gauzy mullet.
Atticus brought them over, handing one to Reese and the other to Brantley.
“According to JJ, you must wear these the entire weekend.”
Reese turned the hat around to read what was on the front. He choked on a laugh. It readSame Penis for Life—although “penis” was depicted with an image of an eggplant.
“You expect me to wear this all weekend?” Brantley asked, his expression incredulous.
“Idon’t,” Atticus answered with a grin. “But evidently, JJ does.”
When Brantley looked at him, the only thing Reese could do was put the hat on to show him, yes, that was what was expected. If they wanted to keep JJ from getting in her car and tracking them down—which they did because she needed the rest—they had to do what she set out for them to do. Without argument.
“All right.” Brantley did the same, positioning the hat on his head.
It shouldn’t be fair that Brantley actually looked good with that damn hat on. Reese didn’t evenwantto know how he looked, so he made a mental note not to look in the mirror. At all.
Sure as shit, as soon as he turned around, Baz snapped a picture.
“You’re an asshole,” Brantley told him.
“It’s gotta be documented, or it didn’t happen. And if you knew how many messages I’ve received reminding me not to forget to get pictures and video since I left the house, you’d feel sorry for me.”
Brantley gestured toward the hat on his head. “I don’t feel sorry for you.”
“Who came in last?” Atticus asked, glancing at everyone.
“Technically, Magnus,” Griffin noted.
“He’s kinda got a point,” Cal added.
“Z was last,” Luca said, pointing to their boss.
“Told you not to wear jeans,” RT told his husband.
Z sneered.
“I hope she bought the right size. The dude’s huge,” Atticus told Baz as he reached into the bag and pulled out a T-shirt.
Everyone watched as Atticus passed a white T-shirt to Z.
