Brandon and Clay met me halfway, and I couldn’t tell from their faces if we were going to be under attack or about to throw a party.
“Okay, what happened?
Travis only just got back right, so he couldn’t have done anything…” Just then, we heard a female scream from the guesthouse I’d just thrown her mother out of.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Travis.” Brandon hid a grin, and the knot in my gut eased a little.
Travis, Kyle, and I are as close as you can get for blood.
When my family had been murdered, he was the only one of the extended that hung around after the dust had settled.
The others had come out for the funeral, of course, but most of them were only interested in what they could get out of our loss.
Travis, because he had spent time here with us since he was a kid and then lived with us for a while before going off to college, had been of more help than most of the adult relatives.
I owed him a lot.
He was only a few years younger than me and two years older than Kyle.
He might’ve had a rough start in life, but he’d done okay for himself.
The boy was smart and had a heart of gold, but he had something else we Daniels men got too much of, a quick and deadly temper.
“What the fuck is going on with him?” I looked towards the little cottage where it sounded like someone was arguing.
The words weren’t loud enough to be heard; just the cadence told a story.
“Well, you remember that girl he was going with when he was out here?
She’s gone and got herself engaged; it looks like.”
“Okay.” I shrugged my shoulders at him.
I vaguely remember some female that my cousin was into and would sniff around every summer when he came out here until he had come to live with us.
They had been pretty serious now that I think of it and had lasted even after he’d gone off to college.
I hadn’t heard anything about her in the last year since he’d been gone overseas to work on some big-time project. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Still, what the fuck did any of this have to do with anything?
“Damn, Law, get your head out your ass for one second, will you?
The boy was crazy about that girl; they made plans to get married…” Brandon started to explain, but Clay cut him off.
“That’s not the biggest problem, and this you will appreciate, bro, since you two seem to be of the same mind.” There was another scream, this one just a little louder.
“What the fuck is he doing in there?” I started to move towards the house, but Clay pulled me back by the arm.
“I think you should hear the rest of the story first.
Travis got back a day early and went right to her.
When he got there, apparently there was some trouble with her dad, who told him he was no longer welcome.”
“Our boy being who he is, didn’t take that shit lightly and demanded to see his girl.
After he made some threats, they finally brought her out, but only long enough to tell him that she’s now engaged to be married…to Clifton Davis.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” I looked at the two of them, waiting for one of them to give me the punch line.
They both shook their heads and clapped me on the shoulder.
“Serious as a sinner at confession.”
“So what’d he do?
Is that her I hear in there?” I was pretty sure my cousin wasn’t the type to take his fist to his woman, but it sure sounded like she was getting her ass whipped, which is a whole other story in these parts.
“It sure is.
Our boy waited until they thought he was gone after they’d ran him off and her crying and whatnot, and slipped back and went in through her bedroom window like always and voila, there you have it.”
“I need this shit.” I stomped off in the opposite direction to have a talk with the priest just in case we had to pull a good old fashion shotgun wedding for me and little Ms.
Dana.
By the time I made it back to the house, she was dressed and ready.
I felt a slight pang of guilt but killed that shit quick.
This was for both of us; we’ll both benefit in the end.
“You ready?” she looked damn near pitiful, but she nodded her head yes.
“Where’d you get those?” I nodded at the bunch of flowers she held that looked like someone had raided mom’s garden in a hurry.
“Your sister-in-law, I think that’s who she said she was.” Fucking Melissa, I was waiting for the last minute to tell her anything about this because she can be a pain in the ass. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
At least it was good that they’d met already.
Dana was going to need female companionship for the time she was here, which I was sure could run into a year at least easy.
“Wait, can’t we…?” was she shaking again?
“Babe, we don’t have time; whatever questions you have will keep.
Nothing is going to change, you’re going to live here in the guestroom, and I’ll stay out of your way.
When the dirty old man has been taken care of, you are free to go.” She pondered my words and then seemed to come to some sort of conclusion.
I wasn’t altogether sure that I trusted that look on her face, but I didn’t know her well enough to say, though I felt a tingling in my balls.
The ceremony as it were wasn’t too long and had gone off without a hitch.
Our only witnesses were my brother and my two best friends.
She’d said something to the priest that had made him look over at me as if to say something before she’d pulled on his arm and shaken her head at him.
He seemed resigned enough and performed the ceremony before dropping his little bombshell, just a few added words that basically damned me to hell if I sought to divorce her.
What the fuck ever!
I pecked her on the lips and barely spared her a glance as I left to go see what the fuck was up with my cousin.
Interfering ass female, where did she come up with that stipulation, and why the hell would she think that it would work on me anyway?
I wasn’t interested in the marriage game, wanted no part of that shit.
I take a woman if I have a need for sex.
What I do not have a need for is the nagging and other unnecessary bullshit that comes with the permanency of marriage and relationships.
That fuckery is for the birds.