Chapter 32
Showtime Dalton
“Brods, what’s up?”
It’s Tyson’s voice coming through the phone sitting on the table. Brody sits to my left in the kitchen at the station, Liam leaned over the table within frame as well.
“What are you doing?”
“Ahh, you know, chillin’ with the boys at the station, watching some baseball highlights.”
It sounds as though he’s gotten up from a recliner, moving away from the noise in the background.
“Cool,” Brody says, looking between Liam and me, both of us trying to stifle our laughter. Brody’s face doesn’t show a hint of it. “Just wanted to call and tell you goodnight.”
I slap a hand over my mouth, glancing at the camera, shaking my head as the line goes silent on the other end. Liam is having a hard time keeping it together, but Brody remains his stoic self.
Twenty seconds go by. “Uh, you good?”
“Yep. Sleep tight, man.”
“What the fuck?” Tyson questions.
In the background another voice asks, “What’s going on?”
“Brody just called to say goodnight…” Tyson answers, confused.
Multiple voices ring out behind him now, “What? Brody? Fuck off.”
Finally, Brody cracks a smile. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Meagan.Reads.Books:
I’d climb that man like a tree then let him tuck me into bed every.single.night.
SydneyB.Books:
Are you a blanket? Cause I'd love if you were on top of me
K.Los.Library:
I know at least three ways to make eight inches disappear
TheLibrarysKeeper:
Firefighters tie knots, right? How quick can you tie me down
DearDiaryWithLoveKloe:
I love my man like I love my burger… thick and juicy