Page 303 of The Defiant Curse

“CJ and EJ want motor bikes.”

Now, it was her turn to laugh.

And laugh.

And laugh.

“Oh, Ethan, that’s never happening. They can bet that I’ll roll over in my grave before I see either of them flying around on a motorbike. I’m crazy. I haven’t lost my goddamn mind.”

Well, that had yet to be seen because he knew their sons. They were just like their fathers in a lot of ways. Oh, and it didn’t help that their mother also could ride a motorcycle.

And had one.

The ‘do as I say, not as I do’ spiel only went so far when they got to a certain age, and that frontal cortex started questioning everything.

“They’ll steal ours.”

Oh, they’d better not.

“The difference between us having them, and them having them, is some of us are mature enough. Your sons are trouble.”

He laughed.

“My sons, huh? Not ours?”

She was to the point.

“Remember when they did that science project on the mold, and won the fair?”

He nodded.

“My sons. When they crash a motorcycle, they’re yours because when I was a kid, I didn’t steal motorcycles and race around a reservation like a lunatic. I was learning French for funsies.”

He found her funny.

And right.

“Good point. Anyway, we own a castle. That means when we die, they own a castle in Scotland. When better to get accustomed to a kilt than a wedding. Gabe, the President of the United States, is wearing one, so they can too.”

Clearly, this was going to be a fun fight.

And they knew it.

“You’re not backing down, huh?”

She shook her head.

“Nope. When in Scotland, respect the culture, and they’ll have to put away the fear of not being masculine, and just do it. Besides, once they see Michael in one, they’ll calm down. He’s their idol. They love him and want to be like him.”

That was a good point.

When in doubt, point a Marine at them. They’d calm down pretty fast.

He hoped.

When there was a knock to the door, they both glanced over at it.

“Come in,” Ethan stated.