Noah
They look crazy comfortable.
Jaxson
What are you going to do, ride your bike with crocs on?
Quinn
Noah Henry Hutchinson.
Will
Uh-oh, he got full named.
Quinn
You will not, under any circumstance, wear crocs on your bike!
If you do I will never speak to you again.
Noah
Hey! I didn’t say that. I was just asking about the shoes!
Oli
But it’s how you get around most of the time.
Quinn
Everyone be on time.
Noah. We will talk about this when you get here.
Jaxson
Someone’s in trouble…
Sitting in Quinn and Knight’s kitchen, I rolled my eyes at Will and took another pull of my beer. Oli was sitting beside me shaking his head, trying not to laugh. Thor was sitting happily on the floor, his gaze bouncing between me and Quinn.
“You can’t be serious.” Jaxson narrowed his eyes. He was tasked with cutting the veggies that Quinn was getting ready to go on the barbeque.
I’d gotten here at nine this morning, just in time to watch the Warriors FC game with everyone. We were now going to have an early dinner like we normally did together on Saturdays.
“I am fucking serious, man.” Will crossed his arms over his chest as I let out a sigh.
As much as I loved spending Saturdays here, my mind was somewhere else. Well, with someone else. I wanted to go to Sutton’s place and maybe squeeze in a couple of hours together but she hadn’t texted me back yet, and I was irritated.
“You want us to buy water beds for our exclusive high-end members-only club?” I asked again for clarity.
“Yeah, let’s do something different. Bring them back!” Will said enthusiastically. I had no idea where he’d gotten the idea but he would not let it go. Noah would normally be the one coming up with these left-field ideas but sometimes Will took his turn. He would stick with it for a while even after realizing it was stupid or he was wrong.
Made him a good lawyer.
But this one was just plain stupid.
“No.”