Chapter Twenty-Five
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October. 2 1/2 Years Later, Stockton's Wedding
It's a glorious fall afternoon, and a dozen of us in monkey suits are standing outside sharing glasses of Danny's whiskey and cigars that Steele brought over from Cuba. I look over to Mac. "Glad you were able to make it back."
Stockton nods in agreement. "Yeah, this wedding wouldn't be the same without you."
"The boat sure hasn't been." Mac rows right in front of me in five, the power spot. I may be an inch taller, but he's got all the power. His endurance is legendary, and the boat lacks oomph when he's not in it.
"I'm just glad that the remainin' bachelors are stickin' together," adds Jackson in his thick smokey drawl.
"All for one." I fist bump them both. Jackson's exaggerating a little. Now that my brother N
