Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Five kids, and they still couldn’t commit to living together.
They never decided, by the way, to move back in together. They kept living in their separate houses, making us move every week . . . although admittedly, over time, they became pretty lax with who was staying in which house and when. Who had time to keep track of the kids when there was plenty of sex to be had, right?
Nah, I’m not seriously angry about that. What kind of a loser would I be? I’m twenty-seven. I don’t care if my parents are divorced or dating or whatever.
Okay, I’m not totally serious about that either. I do care that they’re together. I don’t care if they’re legally married.
I can’t wait to hang out with everyone tonight.
“Nathan, seriously, do you or do you not know what we’re doing tonight?” I ask again.
“No,” he says curtly.
“Okay. Jeez. You having a PMS or something?” I twist in my seat to check up on Sally. “How are you doing back there? You’ve been quiet.”
I don’t like it when it’s quiet. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a loud house. When it’s quiet, I feel a vague sense of doom. I don’t know. It’s weird.
“Yeah,” Sally says, glancing up from her tablet. “I’m just replying to some emails.”
I’d bug her again, but she’s already ignoring me. I’ll bet she’s working on a task Mason gave her.
I think she might have a crush on him. I don’t know why. He’s so bossy, but I guess some girls are into that.
“You’re so hard-working,” I say before I face the front.
I turn the radio on and it seems to pick the signal of a local station.
Okay. At least it’s not dead quiet now.
I look around us as the roads become narrower and the trees grow thicker. The leaves have turned all shades of brown, yellow, and red.
As 500 Miles comes on, I turn up the volume.
“Nope. Too loud,” Nathan says as he lowers it back using the buttons on the steering wheel.
“Come on. It’s the perfect road trip song,” I protest. “Are you seriously still mad about that last meeting this morning?”
“What meeting? We stayed back just for this one meeting, and she stood us up.”
“It’s just the nature of the job, man. Sometimes you get nice clients. Sometimes you get annoying ones. It all balances out in the end,” I say, trying to stay zen.
Nathan and I are both people-persons. (Or would that make us “people-people”?) That’s why we’re in charge of customer relationship management.
That means we get people to agree to buy our stuff and pay us money, which means that if we screw up, the whole business suffers.
That’s a lot of pressure on our shoulders, especially in the early days, when we weren’t quite so established.
Luckily, I have Nathan to share the burden with. Somehow, I’m always relaxed when he stresses out, and vice versa. We never both stress out at the same time.
That means when I’m burned out, I can always count on Nathan to give me some support and take some weight off my shoulders.
Nathan does get stressed out more than I do, but I don’t mind the task of lifting his mood when that happens. He’s more driven and more hardworking than I am. If it weren’t for me insisting on having meals together, he’d be an emaciated skeletal figure, sitting creepily at his desk.
As crazy as my family is, everything just works. And I wouldn’t have it any different.
Besides, stories about my family have successfully entertained dates and party-goers. In a way, my family’s also my wingman.
Actually, my brothers have been my actual wingmen, too.
Sometimes, when we go out, we bring home just one girl from the club. She always acts shy at once, but most of the time, she agrees to have sex with two, three, or four men at once. (For some reason, we’ve never done it as a complete team. I blame Liam. And Ollie too, lately.) It never takes long for the girl to drop the reluctant act.
What can I say? We Hunter men take good care of the ladies when we bring them to our beds.
I can’t wait to see the girls in Ashbourne. I knew everyone in town when I left, but it’s been a while and maybe there are new faces.
Maybe this time, all five Hunter brothers can finally find one lucky girl to share.
Ava
“Ava! So glad you made it.” Jessica wears her fiery hair loose tonight, and I get a whiff of her coconut shampoo as she gives me a hug.
God, she's so pretty, and she has the perfect body. Life’s unfair. But Jessica’s so nice I can't hate her.
“Oh good, Ava’s here. Come, take a seat,” Tony says as he scoots to the side on his banquette bench to give me some space in the booth.