5
“This thing is officially a doorstop,”Wyatt said in disgust. He opened the door to his townhome and ushered Dex in.
“You know I have a set-up at my house, we could have gone through everything there.”
“You are such a mother hen. You can’t even see that Kenna was about ready to kick your ass out the door.”
Dex winced as he watched Wyatt deposit the laptop onto the kitchen island and pull two bottles of beer out of the refrigerator. “She can barely lift her foot six inches off the floor. I’m worried about her.”
“I know, but seriously, you need to calm your ass down,” Wyatt advised.
“She did look pretty happy when Aurora and Aliana showed up.”
“Damn right. Seriously Dex, you need to lighten up,” Wyatt reiterated.
“She’s due in two weeks. Forgive me for being anxious. I can’t believe she’s so calm.”
“Yeah, well this isn’t her first rodeo. You need to listen to me and relax.”
Dex’s lips twitched before he took a pull off of his Pacifico. “Tell me oh wise one, how’s it going with Emily? I want to learn at your feet.”
Wyatt ran his hand through his hair and realized he needed a haircut. “You’re an asshole, Evans.”
“No, I’m not. You’re the one offering all the relationship advice,” Dex said innocently. “Obviously I need to sit down, shut up and listen.”
“Well it serves you right. You and Aiden were busting my chops pretty hard a couple of weeks ago.”
“Actually, we weren’t. We were just making sure that you knew where your head was at. We really weren’t offering you advice, we were just helping you look in the mirror.”
The man was right.
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make her my wife. She’s nowhere close to ready, but I’m okay with that.”
Dex grinned and held out his beer. Wyatt clinked their bottles together.
“Okay, let’s get over to command central.” Wyatt grinned at the idea of showing off to his mentor.
He snagged the keys off of the counter where he had left them, then tilted his head so Dex would follow him down the hallway. Wyatt stopped at a door to the right and fished out a key to unlock the door.
“You have a playroom? Man, Emily is never going to be ready for that,” Dex teased. Wyatt threw a dirty look over his shoulder.
“No, I’m not into a kinky dungeon. You’re thinking of the wrong SEAL.” He pushed open the door and Dex whistled. The back wall had six screens attached to the wall. There was a desk with three top of the line curved monitors, and Wyatt’s baby sat in front of the desk. His Aeron chair. The thing had a lifetime warranty. It was comfortable as hell.
“You’ve outdone Clint Archer, and that’s even adding in Lydia’s equipment. Do you spend your money on anything besides computer equipment?”
“Not for the last couple of years. I haven’t been dating as much. It’s been this and volunteering at the ‘Y’.”
“Well it sure hasn’t been clothes. Have you heard about anything besides cargo shorts and T-Shirts?” Dex asked.
Wyatt looked down at what he was wearing.
“What’s wrong with this. Look at how many pockets they have, it’s great. Anyway, I distinctly remember you living in this kind of thing too, before Kenna started dressing you. It was Dalton and Aiden who were the clothes horses before their women.”
“Especially Aiden,” Dex grinned as he sat down at Wyatt’s chair. “Man, this is nice.” He swung around in it and started fiddling with the settings on the side. “Lumbar support, you are living the good life.” Then Dex sat forward. “Whatchya running?”
“Started with a Dell XPS Tower, then added a few things and made some mods.”
Dex gave him a considering look before grinning. He peeked under the desk. “Do you mind?”