Page 13 of Saint's Sinner

“Two practices,” Sinn admitted. “Some of the other dads had an issue with his language and the intensity with which he used it, which is saying something for Texas football dads.”

Snorting, Night tried to hold back his laughter until it burst from his throat, his body shaking as he moved what was left of his fries out of Sinn’s reach.

“As bad as soccer moms, are they?”

“Worse.”

“Really. Then you’ll have to tell me more about them…and Texas.”

“Hey, Saint wants to see us in chapel.”

Startled out of the memory, Night almost dropped the peanut butter and jelly biscuits he’d forgotten to eat.

“Coming,” Night replied, even as the echo of Sinn’s voice still rang in his head.

The man had been mid-tale when someone had pinged his phone, Night couldn’t remember who, but whatever they’d said propelled them to wrap shit up and get a move on. Less than 48 hours later Sinn was gone.

Now, Night was as determined to hear the end of that story as he was to find him and continue learning all that he could about the captivating man.

Chapter 6

(Sinn)

We are all just tragedy waiting to happen

“Mom wants to know if you’re done brooding?”

His brother’s voice jarred him out of a rather pleasant daydream. One that involved Saint, Night, and a spanking bench with a treasure trove of implements nearby.

“Fuck off Dougie and while you’re at it, tell her no.”

“She’s not going to be happy to hear that.”

“Do I look like I care what makes her happy right now? She ripped me away from my happiness so fuck her, fuck Gramps, fuck Pops and if I haven’t already said it, fuck you Dougie and fuck off.”

“You’d already said that.”

“Huh?”

“You told me to fuck off when I asked if you were done brooding,” Dougie said. “So, you said it twice.”

“And you can triple how much I meant it.”

“I’m not the one you should be pissed at. I thought it was a lame idea when they presented it and refused to be the one to set it up, so Travers did it.”

“And I’m gonna knock him on his ass the next time we’re in the same room.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Well, you’re not me and it won’t be the first time,” Sinn replied, blowing out a long breath before running his fingers through his tangled hair. “Thanks for not helping them do this to me.”

“Meh, I didn’t do it for you.”

“Didn’t say you did.”

There was silence for several seconds, then Sinn heard Dougie move and the chair across from him creak when Dougie sat down in it.

“What was it like?” Dougie asked.

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