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“This is Harrison,” he answers coldly. “Already? Fuck, you’re serious.” He pauses, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah, yeah, I know. My brothers and I will take care of it.”
He abruptly ends the call and turns to face me. “That was Dawson. He’s calling in his first favor.”
Oh, this is just great. For all I know, he’s asking for help to bury a body or something equally as terrifying.
I shrug. “Everly and I leave for a month-long honeymoon in the morning. So, you and Dylan will have to handle this one on your own.”
“You’re the reason we owe him in the first place,” Harrison mutters.
I smirk. “You were the one who set me and Everly up, so technically, this is your fault.”
“Fine, I’ll handle this one, but you’re helping with the second favor.”
“Yeah, sure.”
For the next month, my sole focus is lounging on a beach with my wife and indulging her every whim.