Page 82 of Finding Forgiveness
Connor: Hmm. I’m still not talking to you. You sister impregnator!
Mason: Stop acting like a big baby. What exactly did you and Cass get up to last night? People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, my friend. The only difference between you and me is my sperm’s obviously superior.
Connor: There is nothing wrong with my swimmers, fucker. And the big difference is, Cass is not your sister, arsehole!
Mason: If you ever pull your head out of your arse and marry her, she will be.
Connor: We’ve been back together for two days, unlike you, I don’t rush into things.
Mason: I was with your sister for months before I proposed, cocksucker. And FYI, your sister and I have sex … a lot, get over it.
Grace: Now, now, boys. It’s a little early for this. Please don’t fight.
Connor: Sorry, mum.
Mason: Yeah, sorry, Grace.
Brooke: I haven’t stopped smiling since you called me this morning, Jaz. I’m so happy for you guys.
Logan: Brooke, I can’t believe you knew she was pregnant and you didn’t tell me!!! And can I ask why I’ve been added to this thread?
Brooke: Give me a break, Hotstuff … you thrive on family gossip.
Logan: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Brooke: Yet you knew from my vague reply above that Jacinta was already pregnant because you’ve been sitting at your desk glued to your phone and reading the entire thread … tell me I’m wrong?
Jacinta: Sorry, Logan. I thought since we were getting married at your place you might want to be included in the plans. I can remove you if you like.
Logan: That’s okay, Jacinta, you don’t need to remove me.
Brooke: Bahahaha. See!!!!
Jim: Good morning, everyone.
Jacinta: Morning, Daddy.
Jacinta: Oh, and good morning to you too, Mumma.
Logan: Good morning, Jim. I got the message you sent last night about the issue Connor has. I’ll call you when I’m done with my next meeting okay?
Brooke: Hotstuff, you’re still here?
Connor: Dad, did you tell Logan what’s going on?
Jim: No specifics yet. I just thought it would be wise to pick his brain. I won’t say anything if you’re not comfortable, Son.
Connor: No, that’s fine. I’d appreciate his input on this. I want to go in with my best foot forward. I want the book thrown at her for what she’s done.
Logan: Actually, I have ten minutes up my sleeve. I’ll give you a quick call now, Jim.
Brooke: Hmm.
Logan: What?
Brooke: I rest my case!
Logan: I’ll deal with you when I get home, wench.
