Page 77 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
Before I can even think about how to respond, Liam glances over and catches the look on my face. “What is it?”
“Carson,” I mutter. “He’s on his way up. Says the plows are almost here.”
That’s all it takes for both of them to stop moving.
Reece straightens up, cleaner bottle still in hand.
Liam’s already shaking his head. “We should tell him not to come.”
I narrow my eyes.
“And how are we going to do that, exactly? He’ll want to know why.”
“Say we’re sick,” Liam says quickly. “Or that the heat went out. Whatever. Just make something up. If he shows up here now, we’re fucked.”
“You’refucked,” I correct.
Reece shoots me a look. “It’s gonna get messy either way, Jack. You know it.”
I scoff. “Messy is one word for it. Catastrophic is another. You two just had to go think with your dicks.”
Neither of them spit back a rebuttal.
I let the silence hang for a second before I talk again.
“Besides the obvious. You two really think I’m gonna cover for you so you can spend the rest of the weekend screwing around with her?”
Liam shrugs.
“She wanted it. I don’t know why you keep acting like we forced her to say yes. You were right there when she said how much she wanted it.”
“You two have already done enough damage by being fucking idiots. If he finds out—” I cut myself off, shaking my head.
What’s the point?
Clearly I’m not getting through to them no matter how hard I try to hammer it into their heads.
“Fine. I’ll tell him not to come, but I’m not doing this for you. Holly shouldn’t be forced to interact with him when she clearly doesn’t want to.”
They don’t argue.
They know when to back off from pissing me off, even if that means they’ve ultimately gotten their way.
I unlock my phone and open Carson’s text again, trying to think of something fast.
The trick with him has always been to make him think it’s his idea.
If I tell him the roads are still too bad, he’s going to want to prove me wrong.
If I tell him we’re low on firewood and don’t want him stranded up here in the cold with us, he’ll make it a competition to hike into the woods and take a tree down.
The only alternative is to make him think coming up here is a waste of time and he’s better off rolling around in bed with Maggie, or whoever else is currently occupying his time.
Blowing out a breath, I type out a message.
Me:Might be a bad idea. Reece and Liam both got food poisoning last night from the roast we made. Told them they didn’t cook it long enough but you know them. They’ve spent the past twelve hours trading spots in the bathroom. Entire place smells like shit.
He texts back only a minute later.
