Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kory
"It needs to go between two posts," Mason insists.
"No, we can string it between two trees," Hex argues.
If they aren't talking around each other using me as a buffer, they're arguing over petty shit. After two weeks of it, I've had enough. It's time to move this up the chain-of-command and get an assist. With the phone to my ear, I turn away from the window and the bickering of my mates.
"I'm telling you, Jericho, I don't know how much more I can take. The ridiculous thing is, they're both actually trying to work things out between them. It's backfiring because they're both afraid they won't be able to."
"We're going to employ the strategy I used to use when he and Nicola would get into it when they were younger.
I'm going to invite Mason to bring you and Hex here to the pack house for dinner.
After dinner, we'll lock them both in one of the outbuildings and let them get everything out of their system. "
"And this will work? Because, I love my mates, but they're making me nuts. I'd hate to have to kill them in their sleep." That'd be the only way I could best them. They're both bigger and stronger than me. And I'd rather not have to resort to such extremes.
Jericho's chuckle comes through the phone before he says, "Worked like a charm on my brothers in the past. Don't see why it wouldn't work with a pair of stubborn mates."
"Thank you!"
"No worries, Kory. Try not to let them get to you. I'll send Mason the message now. With any luck, this will all be worked out by tonight."
I thank Jericho again and disconnect the call, wandering back to the window to see if my two idiots – I mean mates – have come to a consensus about stringing up the new clothesline.
Apparently not by the look of things. Mason has several pieces of lumber from the shed and is constructing posts, while Hex is standing on a ladder stringing line between two trees. I swear to Apollo, these two…
Only a few more hours, I remind myself. Jericho is going to help me get things on track.