Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“That’s right,” Thatch announced and bowed toward us. “The two of us took Greenwood High’s reunion by storm.”
“Reunion?” Georgia inquired, scrunching up her nose in confusion. “What on earth are you talking about?”
I, however, knew exactly where to look.
Holy hell, Kris Jenner works hard, but Cassie Kelly worked harder.
“Did you send our husbands and my brothers to a high school reunion?”
She winked. “Sure did.”
I looked back over at the guys, and that was when I noticed the name tags on their chests. I lasered in on Wes’s, and it read “Kurt Owens.”
“I am proud to announce that I, Dirk Michaels,” Thatch proclaimed with a huge smile, “was crowned Prom King at Greenwood High’s twenty-year reunion.”
“Who’d you pay off, Thatcher?” Cassie questioned, and he winked.
“Crazy, I didn’t pay anyone off.”
“Bullshit.”
“He’s actually speaking the truth,” Flynn answered on a chuckle. “The man worked the room like he actually went to Greenwood High. And, oddly enough, everyone apparently believed him.”
“There was also some sympathy involved because of his five-year battle with syphilis,” Wes commented, and Thatch turned to face him with narrowed eyes.
“What? You told my classmates I had the clap?”
“First of all, they weren’t your classmates,” Wes corrected. “And secondly, no, we didn’t tell them you had the clap because that’s chlamydia. But we did tell them about the tragedy and medical bills that have stacked up against you since a rare form of super syphilis took one of your testicles.”
“Yeah,” Kline added on a chuckle. “I honestly think that woman Carrie with the bright-red hair felt so bad she’s going to start a GoFundMe on Dirk’s behalf.”
“Carrie Collins,” Thatch said and smacked his lips together. “What a gal. One of my faves from back in the day.”
“Dude, you didn’t even go there,” Ty chimed in on a laugh, his imitation of Mean Girls making me smile.
“You know,” Thatch continued, completely ignoring everyone else. “My only disappointment is that ole Dirk didn’t live up to his full potential in high school. I mean, everyone was a little too surprised at how well he was doing now. It’s like Dirk was a total slacker or some shit, which was highly disappointing. Though, the ladies were loving them some twenty-years-later Dirk. No doubt, they were super pissed they passed him up back in the day.”
“You do realize you’re not Dirk, right, numbnuts?” Cassie questioned.
“Aw, don’t be mad, Crazy.”
She huffed out a sigh and crossed her arms below her boobs. “I’m not mad.”
“You’re so mad,” he teased. “And I get it. I’d be mad too if my prank didn’t work. Probably be even madder to find out that not only is my husband the Prom King, but he’s still the reigning Prank Master.”
Immediately, Cassie pointed an imperious index finger in her husband’s direction. “You speak blasphemous shit like that again, and I’ll shove that crown straight up your asshole.”
“Crazy, you gotta wait to get into the kinky shit until we’re in the bedroom.” Thatch strode toward his wife, and between one blink and the next, she was off the couch and over his shoulder.
“Fluffing hell, T. Put me down!” Cassie complained, but her husband wasn’t having any of it.
“Good night, everyone!” he called over his shoulder as he strode toward the stairs and in the direction of the guest room they were sleeping in on the second floor. “The Prom King has to christen his queen! Drought ends tonight!”
“It doesn’t work like that!” Georgia whisper-yelled back on a laugh. “She has to be a virgin in order to christen her!”
“I’m a born-again virgin, Wheorgie!” Cassie called back, completely oblivious to the risky game she was playing with her loud voice and our sleeping kids. “I’ve been abstinent for over a week now. I’m basically you when you met Kline and begged him to Christopher Columbus the fuck out of your Pussy Prideland!”
Georgia blushed as everyone in the room laughed, including stoic Flynn. Turning to me, she whispered harshly, “God, she is the worst. I can’t tell her anything without her blabbing it to every-fucking-one.”
Kline wrapped his wife up in his arms and grinned down at her affectionately. “You know, Benny girl, that’s one of my favorite things you’ve ever said to me.”
She snorted. “Oh, how romantic.”
Kline whispered something to her, and it wasn’t long before the two of them were heading upstairs to their room, while my brothers grabbed beers from the fridge and headed out onto the deck.
“Looks like we’re the last two standing,” I taunted my handsome hubby, and he flashed a sexy-as-hell smile as he walked toward me. I half expected him to say something like not for long and toss me over his shoulder, off to the bedroom and pleasures unknown.
Instead, he sat down on the couch, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down onto his lap. “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered and placed one sweet press of his lips to mine. “Missed you, Win.”