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“Oh, god, there’s two of you?” she says before clapping her hands in delight. “Does this mean we get to meet her?”
I don’t answer her as I drive out of the parking lot and onto the street.
I really fucking hope so.
Chapter Thirty-Five
“Do I need tobring a suit?”
“I don’t know. Hold on.” I can hear Bowie’s muffled voice as I set my phone into the holder, the magnetic case starting to charge it as I drive. “How the hell should I know?” he says louder, before, “Here. Talk to Mason.”
“I swear, Wyatt, trying to help your brother pack is a stress I don’t need,” Mason grumbles, making me chuckle. “What’s up?”
“Do I need a suit for this meeting in Québec?”
Mason hums down the line. “I would say no. Reign isn’t exactly business formal. He’s more of a leather jacket and tight denim jeans kinda guy.”
“So casual, but not scruffy.”
“Dude, when are you ever scruffy? Just flash him your tattoos, and I bet he’ll be putty in your hands,” Mason says, as Bowieyells in the background, “You better not be hitting on my brother.”
“I’ve only got eyes for you, babe,” he shouts back, and I can practically feel the sarcasm through the phone. “Are you ready for this weekend?”
I bob my head, even though he can’t see me. “Just got to pack, and then I’ll head to your place Saturday morning.”
“Oh god, please say you’re not a nightmare like Bowie. He’s already tipped out his suitcase twice, citing that he can’t remember what he’s put in there.”
“That’s why I pack the night before. That way, I don’t forget.”
Mason’s sigh sounds exasperated and I can picture him tugging at his hair. “We’re going to Canada…with shopping malls, not some desert with nothing around.”
“Hey, you’re with a Grant man now,” I tease. “Got to get used to it.”
“Good thing I love your brother,” he replies wistfully. “Listen, I wanted to check that you’re sure about all of this.”
I love that my brother’s boyfriend is just as concerned as Bowie. “I’m sure.”
“You know if it doesn’t go well, I can—”
“I know,” I say, cutting him off. I appreciate him more than he knows. “But you’ve already talked me up, so now it’s my turn.”
“And we’ve got all the faith,” Bowie says, joining in the call. “Right now, we need to go, though. I need Mason to help me with something…”
“If that’s code for you wanting sex, you need to learn about subtlety,” I tease, pulling up to a stop sign.
“Fine. I haven’t seen my man in three days, and I need to fuck him hard so he remembers how much he loves my cock.”
Mason makes a strangled sound down the line. “No, we’re not. We’re going to meet my sister—”
“Whatever.” I bark a laugh. “Enjoy.”
I hang up, cutting off Mason berating my brother for embarrassing him, and pull up Pippa’s number.
“Hi,” she answers, her tone clipped.
“Everything okay?”
“Urgh,it’s fine. It’s just Coach. I don’t think anyone’s seen her act this way before,” she says, sighing heavily through the speakerphone. “As much as she’s started to grow on me the last few months, I really cannot wait for our downtime, and I won’t have to see the woman for nearly two whole months.”
