Page 16 of Brandon’s Mate

Kitty typed:

And by broke down you mean tires slashed by the boyfriends of those two sisters you brought back to the motel last night?

Remy: It was Colt’s idea

Colt: They were hot

And they said they were single

Remy: Um, bullshit (poop emoji)

I’m pretty sure you didn’t ask

Colt: Well, I told you to park the truck closer to the room so we could keep an eye on it

Remy: Bullshit again

Several more poop emojis flashed onto the screen, along with a middle finger.

You were the one driving, your mind just went blank because of that girl having her hand on your dick

Kitty rolled her eyes and replied:

OMG seriously? You’re going to argue over text?

You’re sitting right next to each other aren’t you

Remy: We are not speaking to each other at the present moment

I put him in time out

Colt: Fine I fucked up

Happy?

I mean, who’d have thought they’d slash ALL the tires?

Kitty: I know, right?

You were only banging their girlfriends loud enough for the whole motel to hear. I’m surprised they didn’t bust into your rooms with all their buddies and try to beat the crap out of you.

Colt: Of course they didn’t

Remy: They lurked in the parking lot until we came out

Oh, hell. Kitty typed:

How many?

Colt: Dunno. Six or eight?

Kitty: Glitter shit on a piece of toast. You didn’t kill anybody, did you?

Remy: Not really

Kitty: ?????!!!!!

Remy: Don’t get your thong in a knot