Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Evan rocked the same grimace he always did, but every now and then, the corner of his mouth would turn up in an almost smirk. When it came to the twins, Easton must’ve swallowed up all the smiling genetics. Evan lived his days frowning.
“You coming out for the birthday celebrations tomorrow?” Evan asked as he removed his gloves and tossed them into a trash bin. “River and Grant got us a table at O’Reilly’s.” He said he got us a table as if O’Reilly’s was a VIP situation instead of a simple hole-in-the-wall bar in downtown Honey Creek.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I mentioned, speaking about our other younger brothers, River and Grant, turning twenty-six. Yup, that’s right. I had two sets of twin brothers. I felt like the odd man out growing up. Whenever we had family drama when we were younger, it felt like everyone except for me had someone in their corner to turn to. I was bitter about it for a while, but over time, I realized that I did fine on my own. Plus, my brothers were good guys. They worked hard to make me not feel left out, even when it was next to impossible.
River and Grant helped Mom a lot on the actual farm. River ran the business side of things, and Grant tended to the animals and managed the staff.
For how hardworking they both were, they loved to celebrate their birthdays even harder. I knew a night at O’Reilly’s would end up being a drunken night where we wouldn’t end up home until well after five in the morning.
Correction—they wouldn’t end up home until after five in the morning. I took pride in my escaping skills. I was a professional at exiting stage left from any celebration that went past ten at night. I was too old to keep up with my younger brothers and their drinking, but I was more than willing to show up for a beer or two. The ten-year age gap between the youngest twins and I sure showed up when I tried to keep up with their drinking.
“Don’t pussy out and ditch us before midnight, Cinderella,” Easton teased, shoving my shoulder.
“You know I’ll turn into a pumpkin if I stay out past that time,” I joked as I opened the storage fridge and grabbed the container to take to Alex’s restaurant.
Easton smirked. “If you stay up late, there’s a better chance you could get laid, Grandpa. How long has it been since you’ve seen the beautiful workings between a woman’s legs?”
“Not everyone’s getting laid as often as you, brother,” I said. “Some of us have restraints and standards.”
“I have standards!” Easton dramatically exclaimed, slapping his hands over his chest as if I’d just told him he was the biggest scumbag on earth.
Evan huffed out laughter at the idea of Easton having standards. He moved over to the sink and washed his hands. “You having standards is the most absurd thing I’ve heard in a while. You’ll screw any woman.”
Easton shrugged. “That’s me having standards. I can’t help it that all women have this tempting mystical land resting right between their legs. It’s like an amusement park down there, and I’m just a man who wants to show them my raging bull while they allow me to tilt-their-whirl. Sure, each theme park is different. Some have more waterslides than others, but the price of admission is always worth it.”
I chuckled. “You’re ridiculous.”
“No, I’m a lover boy. Drake taught me well. Nine tomorrow night at O’Reilly’s, brother.”
“Nine?” I groaned. What kind of events started at nine at night? What was this? A college frat party? “I thought we agreed on six.”
“That was before Mom said she wanted to do cake and ice cream at her place. You can make it a late night for yourself, old balls,” Evan said, tossing the wrapped-up slab of ribs and pork belly into the carton in my hands. “If I have to be out, then you do, too. Now, go sell our goods.”
I took on one of Evan’s grimaces before heading out to Isla Iberia to pitch the products to Alex. I was already dreading the fact that I’d be staying up past ten on Saturday night. I liked to live a boring life where I worked all day and slept all night. My bedtime routine was my favorite part of every day, and one day off made my whole week feel unstable.
“I figured you forgot about the drop-off,” Alex mentioned as I walked into the kitchen of Isla Iberia through the back alleyway entrance.
“Not a chance. Got all the best pork for you to sample.” I set the container down on his countertop. He quickly washed and dried his hands with a rag before inspecting the goods.
He arched an eyebrow and tossed the rag over his shoulder. “I only asked for chops and bacon.”