As their father climbed from the driver’s side, Curly climbed out the passenger seat and Nick climbed out the back.
“Jesus, Nick, and Curly are big men, but your dad is bigger than a lumberjack. Also, how did Nick fit in the back seat?”
Grier snickered, “it’s probably his first time in the back seat.”
“Nah, I bet that man was in a lot of back seats when he was a teenager,” Candy giggled. “He does not strike me as the prudish type.”
According to him, he was a teenager in the early nineteen hundreds so the chances of him being in the backseat of anything was impossible. “Maybe but I picture him more chasing girls into a hayloft.”
“I can see that,” Twila watched as Nick laughed at something Curly said and slapped the other man on the shoulder. “Curly has the biggest crush. He loves the w
