Page 116 of CowSex

“Thanks, Gracie. This room is seriously epic. Dad, I’m moving home. I don’t care what you say. You can’t make me stay in bum—at Grandma’s with no cable, no Wi-Fi, and no women when I know this is sitting here empty.”

“Like I said, we’ll see.”

I decide to leave the boys to it and go check on how my Yorkshire is rising. I let out a long breath as I hit the bottom of the stairs, and then I go and knock back my wine, pouring another before they join me.

IDON’T KNOW WHYIgot myself so worked up. They love my shepherd’s pie, although I’m not entirely certain they know what to make of my Yorkshire pudding. Like seriously, these people put their excuse for bacon on their pancakes, pour maple syrup over it, and eat that shit for breakfast, how the fuck can they question meat, veg, and gravy being served inside a Yorkshire Pud? I can see I’m gonna need to educate these men.

Still, conversation flows, and Kai is as charming as his dad. He’s mature for his age, much the same as I imagine Koa was, and we talk about everything from the much-awaited final season ofGame Of Thrones, to music, football (round ball), and politics.

Both the Carmichael men help me clear up afterwards, and then I leave them to it, as I want to call Kimmie and check-in.

I’m lying back on my bed, waiting for her to pick up. My phone rests on my chest while I use a wipe to remove my makeup.

It’s only around five a.m. at her end, which means I’m returning the favour of the early morning wake-up call she made to me yesterday.

“Time zones suck big hairy sweaty balls.” She complains down the line.

“Nawww. Good morning, Kod, did I wake you?”

“What do you want? Why aren’t you busy riding your cowboy?”

“His son just arrived. It’s Thanksgiving here tomorrow. So he’s staying for the weekend.”

“Son? He has a son? How old? I’m Googling. I’ve only looked at pictures of him so far. He’s FAF, Gracie, I’ve gotta tell ya. Definitely a ten, possibly pushing an eleven depending on his personality and skill in the sack.”

“Nineteen,” I call out, meaning Kai’s age and not Koa’s competencies in the sack, but I already know she no longer has her phone to her ear.

“Fuck me, Gracie. His wife was in a car accident, and the kid nearly died.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Shit, she was drunk and charged with DUI and criminal negligence. They banged the bitch up, she did a two stretch and got a twenty-k fine.”

Okay. I didn’t know all of that. Koa’s wife, Kai’s mum, went to prison?

I let out a deep breath. No wonder Koa is affected the way he is. How do you move on from that? And poor Kai.

“Fucking hell, just look at the state of her. Why would he ever tap that?”

“Childhood sweethearts.”

“Oh fuck me.”

“Now what?”

“Grace?”

“What?”

My head and heart both feel like they’re about to explode. Kod and her fucking Googling!

“He has another wife and a daughter.”

Oh.

“Ex-wife. Yes, Kod, I’m aware.”

“She’s stunning, babe. Sorry and all that, but she’s gorge.”