This weekend, we were heading to Marksonville to hunt down Matías, and hopefully, all hell won’t break loose without me around to handle it. But more than likely, I’ll return to a shitshow, knowing my brothers. They’d never been good liars, and I’d never ordinarily ask them to lie to their wives, but I knew it was in everyone’s be
st interest if they followed the program and labeled Kat West our in-house lesbian.
James
Ret and I carried the bags in from the cars as the girls settled into the hotel rooms. The sun had just disappeared behind the Marksonville skyline, casting shadows in the parking lot and giving us some relief from the heat.
“Women pack way too much s**t,” Ret said, hoisting Alese’s duffle bag higher over his shoulder to free his hands for her other two suitcases.
katni
