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“Nothing.” I snapped at him. “I like the girls just fine, now drop it.”

“In fact, do you even have a sex life? You used to hook up when we were in the service. Are you okay?”

I groaned. “This is not the time for that conversation. In fact, there isn’t a good time to ever have that conversation. It’s personal and I’m a grown ass man that can take care of myself.” I looked at the girl and reminded myself why I was even in Arizona, and I needed to cancel my reservation at the resort.

“Did you know that Wrenly’s stepmother was a Dallas Cowgirl? She’s coming to work for us soon, and they’re still here visiting for the holidays. Anyway, she’s a big sister or something to the current cheerleaders, and one of them is coming to Christmas with us.”

I sat forward. “You’re giving clearance to a fucking cheerleader? For what purpose? You act like someone's annoying aunt, likethis is supposed to be exciting news. You’re giving too many people clearance to enter Creed’s Lake.”

He laughed. “Gotcha! It’s a total lie. So, when did you realize you’re gay? Who is it that does it for you? Me or Magnus? Good lord, please don’t say it’s Drakos.”

I turned from the girl and lowered my voice. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“That’s not what I’m asking. What the hell is wrong withyou? Over the last few years you’ve become more withdrawn, you don’t have any sex drive from what I can tell, and you’re cold toward some of the wives and girlfriends. You’re obsessed with keeping Kayla out of Creed’s Lake, and you have been leaving town every month, sometimes for a few days and other times a whole week. You were a dick to Irons, the nicest guy here, after you found out Wrenly was his girl. You don’t stop in to see Addie in the evenings like you once did, and you don’t even pick on Patrick or my brothers anymore. What is up with you?”

I sighed. “I don’t stop in to see Addie because your wife fucking stinks to high hell.”

“Yeah, fair enough and good point there.”

“Weston is a fucking idiot and it’s not fun to pick on the mentally challenged.” I said.

“Okay, gotcha.”

“That family reunion shit with Patrick has gotten old and he’s a pretty good guy.”

He chuckled. “Actually, that’ll never get old.”

“Me withdrawn? Creed, you knocked up then married Morgan. You have other priorities now. I don’t care to share personalthings at this stage of my life. All of you: Granger, you, Drakos, and Irons have chosen the girl next door types. That’s not the type of woman I care for, and I’ll never marry one like you guys. Sorry, our lives are just different.”

“I beg to differ. Melissa is not the girl next door type. She got pissed at Drakos in the middle of the night after you left, after he was playing Santa, and she left him strapped to a wall with a dildo up his ass and called us to come get him. I'm serious, Axton. He had a tiny little Santa hat on his cock too. Oh, and that reminds me. For such a big guy, he really isn’t packing what you might think. Things are starting to make a little more sense now.”

I pulled my phone away from my ear to look at my screen and make sure I was really talking to Creed. “Jesus Christ, how the hell did this conversation lead to this?” I was getting tired of all the bullshit happening around the lake. The most serious man on the earth just took the time to tell me that fucking story.

“She left the dildo on vibrate. That’s all I have left to add.”

I was glancing at the girl and shut my eyes. “And you wonder why I prefer to keep my personal life separate from business. I don’t care about Santa getting off to a fucking dildo, and I also don’t care that our friend with dwarfism gets off by torturing him. Some things are better off left unknown. I really don’t care what she sticks up Santa’s ass. Do you have anything productive to add about this case?”

“Not momentarily, I’m bored.”

I tilted my head. “How the hell can you possibly be bored? I have unfinished work on my desk you can have.”

He yawned. “I’m bored with all that too. I think Morgan and I need a vacation. We never got a honeymoon.”

“Dude, your wife is due to give birth to twins any day now. You’re going on paternity leave. It’s not a good time for a honeymoon.” Was he insane?

“Can I ask you a favor?” He asked.

“That depends.”

“Since Melissa is pregnant, and we want a honeymoon and you’re the travel expert. Mind arranging one for about six weeks from now and possibly coming along with us to help with the kids? All expenses paid. I’ll even book you your own suite. Unless Jenny can get off work, I don’t have anyone else to ask, and you don’t have much going on, do you? Just help me plan a trip like the ones you take. It’ll be a good time.”

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself. “Go fuck yourself. You did it, didn’t you? You fucking tracked me.”

“What are you talking about? I simply asked you to join us on a trip. It seems you know how to plan the best ones.” I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Eat shit, asshole.”

He laughed. “A bliss cruise? Adult only trips? What the hell kind of shit have you gotten yourself into? Who is she? Don’t make me pull up the ship manifest. I know you can’t take a bliss cruise as a single person, unless you have someone special in your life.”

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