Crosby: Just let me know if you changeyourmind.
Me: About seeing you orthecar?
Crosby: Don’t toy with me little girl. You know what happens to bratty girls,don’tyou?
Me: YesDaddy.
Crosby:Goodgirl.
Crosby
It wasour Monday morning routine—Gavin, Brayden, and I all went to the gym together before heading to a greasy diner forlunch.
“So, how’d it go last night? The Bates clan eat you alive?” Gavin asked, placing the weights in thesquatrack.
“Actually, I had a great time and it wasn’t until the end that her dad threatened to have his sons break my legs. All in all, I would call it a win inmybook.”
“I got off easy when meeting Myla’s family,” Gavin teased his brother-in-law as he put the straight bar up onhisback.
“Oh, shut up dude. I was ready to kill you when Ifoundout.”
I remembered that day in the locker room like it was just yesterday. I was sure Brayden was actually going to knock Gavin’s teeth in. “But look at the two of you now, fucking bromance oftheyear.”
“Myla had it bad meeting my folks for the first time, but I don’t even get along with them so there was no surprisethere.”
“Oh to be a fly on the wall that night when Coach had to break bread with his arch nemesis’s spawn. He must have damn near had a heart attack.” I couldn’t even imagine how awful that must have been for everyone at thattable.
“I think my mom was worse than Dad was—fucking icequeen.”
“She should become best friends with Jordan’s sister-in-law, Janet. They can scowl at each other awkwardly as they sigh all night long. You know I spent hours at that house last night and I have no idea what the woman’s voicesoundslike.”
“I told you man, she’s fucking awful.” Gavinwasup.
“Thankfully, Myla, Karla, and Jordan are all normal chicks. I don’t know how some men deal with their crazy bitchy wives,” Brayden remarked before taking a swig ofwater.
“I think denial comes into play for most guys. I have a crazy ex-wife, but up until the rose-colored glasses were ripped off my face, I thought Mindie was God’s gift to the damnplanet.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right on thatfront.”
“Lunch time?” Gavin threw the weights down as Brayden and Iagreed.
“A greasy burger is calling my name.” I was practically salivating thinking about the carnivore’s dream I was about to sink my teeth into: a half-pound burger with a fried egg, bacon, and ham on top. It was nothing short ofincredible.
Me: Lunch time! How is your daygoing?
Jordan: It’s going. Barely started yet. Welcome to the weeks of me being off in betweenconsultinggigs.
Me: I am sojealous.
Jordan: You get an entire offseason.
Me:Touché.
Jordan: So where are you boys heading forlunch?
Me: Gino’s, our usual spot forMonday.
Jordan: Oh, of course. I should haveknown.