“Not bad. Jenny’s pregnant again. One more kid for the clan gathering.”
Nolan grinned. His youngest sister wanted a big family; this would be her third. “I’ll have to give her a call. How about you? Getting married yet?”
“Hell no. Not till they let me have at least two wives.” A pause. “You still into the bind-em and beat-em stuff?”
Nolan snorted. “Coming from someone who prefers four or five people in his bed, you’ve got no room for snide remarks.”
“Least I don’t have to tie them up to f**k them,” Adam said, continuing the long-running insult fest. “You gonna make it home this summer?”
“Probably not until fall. Why?”
“Dad wanted you to—hell, speak of the devil. He’s on the other line. Talk to you later.” Adam clicked off.
Nolan grinned and shoved the phone back in his pocket. Alway
