Page 24 of The Rebel

Cooper

Me

How’d the party at Jenner’s go last night?

Macon

I didn’t get shit-faced on tequila if that’s what you’re asking.

Me

I wasn’t, but good to know you handled your booze, brother.

Macon

Who said I handled my booze? I just said, for once, it wasn’t the tequila’s fault.

Me

LOL … motherfucker.

Brady

It was a sick party, my man. We’re sorry that you missed it.

I still can’t believe you’re stranded there. Didn’t you check the weather before you left?

Me

Don’t get me fucking started. My phone has been blowing up with texts from the Daltons, Mom and Dad, Walter—everyone. You’re all asking the same question. But if it was supposed to be that bad out, why didn’t the pilot say anything before we left LA?

Brady

Maybe he just assumed there would be enough of a window to fly back. Whatever the reason is, it’s fucked up.

Macon

What’s even more fucked up is that we don’t have the land yet in Lake Louise.

Me

I was positive our offer would be enough, that the seller would immediately bite, especially with the contingencies we set.

Brady

Jenner said the realtor informed him that the seller is away for the holiday and unable to be reached.

Me

Bullshit. You don’t fall off the grid when you know a buyer is flying in to look at your land. They either don’t want to be found or they’re buying themselves some time for a backup offer.

Macon

Latter.

Me

Agreed.

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