Chapter Twenty-Three
Razor stared at Thomas Cuddles in disbelief. He rubbed his left ear as the man sat back in his seat and raised his beer bottle up to take a deep swig from it. He shook his head. No, his hearing was fine.
“Are you serious?” Patch asked in disbelief. “That’s it? That is the answer to the women of Earth?”
“Yep,” Thomas replied, wiping his hand across his mouth and grinning. “You follow those rules and you’ll live a long and happy life.”
“You are not serious,” Cutter remarked with a frown.
“Oh, I’m very serious,” Thomas said, nodding his head. “I’ve been married to Chelsea for thirty-one years, four months, and fourteen days. We’ve had three daughters, all of them married now. Let me tell you, I gave their husbands the same advice.”
“This is impossible!” Razor growle
