Page 22 of Kylo
The disappointment was instantaneous on both their faces.
“Hope you guys are hungry,” Eddie called from the kitchen. “I bought the ingredients for enchiladas.”
“Enchiladas,” Doug repeated, interest piqued. “The spicy kind?”
Objectively, no.
But to him? Probably.
“The legit kind. Eddie’s from Mexico,” York explained.
“Where is everyone?” Eddie asked, coming in from the kitchen, still trying one of his many aprons on.
Doug looked at Eddie, then at all of us.
“This someone’s… husband?” he asked, trying really hard to sound like that phrase came naturally to him.
“They should be so lucky,” Eddie said, shrugging. “What’s going on here?”
“We’re staying for lunch, that’s what,” Doug said, his cane tapping across the floor as he let himself in, and made his way to the kitchen.
Charles gave us an apologetic look but followed his friend.
“You all have been keeping secrets,” Eddie said, looking between us.
“In our defense, we didn’t think he’d come back,” I said.
“Or bring friends,” York said, shaking his head. “What are we supposed to do here?” he asked, looking to me.
Right.
Yeah.
For at least a few more hours, I was who they still deferred to.
“I guess… call Cherry and Candy. Give them something pretty to look at, but it lets us control shit more than if we had a party. Those girls wouldn’t screw up and expose shit they shouldn’t.”
“Got it,” Dixon said, already reaching for his phone.
“Hopefully, he just wants to show off to his buddy that he wasn’t bullshitting,” I said. “Then they will just move on already.”
Or, worst case, it was Huck’s problem in the near future.
By the late afternoon, Doug and Charles were fed, and got to sit beside the pool as Cherry and Candy sat on the shoulders of Dixon and Caymen, and whacked at each other with giant inflatable batons.
Bikinis slipped.
Nipples flashed.
The men were thrilled.
Then Doug’s—I shit you not—flip phone started ringing. He was getting his ass handed to him by his wife, leading both men to make their way across the street.
The others decided it was time to call in more girls.
Huck came in, looking road-weary and exhausted, telling me we would catch up the next day, and that we knew where to find him if we needed him.
Then, responsibility removed and not overly in the mood to party, I went ahead and borrowed the SUV once again… then headed out to Vital Greens.
