Page 33 of Brett and Rowdy (Gomillion High Reunion #5)

Chapter Nineteen

“ I cannot believe you managed it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He was in his hot tub, bubbling his happy butt off, headphones in and listening to his baby mama just cackle like a loon.

“You got Brett Kilpatrick to move out of South Carolina. Rumor is someone got hired to pack up all his shit.”

“Rumor is the sheriff said if I came back into town, he was going to arrest me for assault.” Personally, he thought it made for a great excuse to just flex his money and hire the work done.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. I would say that is a fact more than a rumor. Best thing about that entire damn reunion, to be honest. Watching that sorry son of a bitch hit the floor.”

Oh, he didn’t think so. He hadn’t wanted to go. But when it came right down to it, it didn’t really matter. He’d got what he came for.

All the way.

He grinned as he heard Brett’s whistling, and he could smell beer. Oh, he did love it when his man made a beer run.

“Are you talking to Ash, baby?” Brett put a cold beer in his hand. “Have you asked her when she’s coming out to visit?”

“She’s coming for Christmas.”

“You tell that son of a bitch that I’m coming. And if he’s not careful, I’ll just stay.”

“Yeah, we’ll see you, hothouse flower.”

“Hothouse flower, am I? And what about that South Carolinian that you brought up there to stay with you, what is he?”

Rowdy took a long swig of his beer as Brett climbed into the pool. “Ohh. He may be hot, but he’s no flower. He’s pure iron, and right here where he belongs.”

“Are you saying he’s a hard one?”

“Mmhmm…” he hummed, satisfied to his bones. “I’m saying he’s home.”

Finally.

Patience, hard work, and faith—it was hard to deny a Duran. They tended to get what they wanted.

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