Brody rolls his eyes. “Ye done?”
“Almost,” Camdyn laughs, stepping closer to him. “Fat girls have super . . . soft . . . wet . . . cunts. So, I understand missing what you can’t have.”
Brody starts to take his turn when I snarl, “Wheesht! Do the two of ye see where this is goin’, aye? Shut yergubs!”
The American sneers. “Hello, Leith! I’m defendingyour wife.”
“Get out,” I say to them both. “Still bickering like auld hags!”
Brody gestures toward Chevelle. “How’s Nosey Nora sleeping through it? Dinna say—”
“Aye, I gave her a little something.” I clear my throat.
“Benadryl,” Camdyn advises. “My idea. So, I’m chopping Fausto into tiny pieces with the sword this time. I made five grand in online gambling with the geek’s foot. I want two of the Italian’s feet. My playlist is ready.”
Brody glowers. “Cam,ye told him to drughiswife.”
“Lesser of two evils, bro.”
“Really?” Our bigbrathaircrosses his arms. I tune out their arguing while searching the fiancée’s social profile for more information.
“What the fuck is with the holier than thou act, Brody?” Camdyn sniffs. “You all forgot what it feels like to live in a house with fifty kid brothers? Not me, so cut thepussy whispereract.”
Though only half-listening, I chuckle. “Och, that was a good one.”
Even Brody laughs. It takes a while for our laughter to die down. I mutter, “This is new.”
“What?” Brody hikes a brow.
“We’re evolving.” Camdyn nods.
“Aye.” Brody and I join him, nodding in agreement.
After one last laugh, I rub Chevelle’s back. “Fun’s over,bawbags. I’ve changed my mind about killing Fausto. I’ll support my hen’s decision and see who this woman is first.”
“I ain’t happy, but I trust your instincts.” Camdyn shrugs. He lifts the sword. “This is mine now, though.”
After he takes his leave, I ask, “So, Brody, ye’re smitten with Justice?”
He grooms his beard as if in thought. “I appreciate the challenge.”
“That ain’t the question I asked ya. But, aye, the challenge. Same reason I became addicted to Chevelle. All my life, a new hurdle.” I hug my wife closer in my arms while observing Brody from my peripheral. I can’t gauge his feelings. But I never thought I’d see the day he appreciated the female race more than when their legs were spread wide for him.
I click my tongue. “Ye know, if yafeckover her heart, my wife’s gonna hateye . . . more than she does.”
Brody wriggles his jaw. “One day, I’m gonna tell Chevelle how I pointed her out to ye. We were standing down the hall.”
I chuckle. “Watching her lovelyarsewhile she picked up fallen textbooks.”
“I had football practice, so ye had Mam buyya a gaming console. Learned to play right quick—all those little things. Yeah, I probably would’vefeckedher once.”
“Brody,” I growl, holding Chevelle closer.
“Nae, all I’m saying is my sister-in-law picked the right MacKenzie. Ya think I can be more like ye, littlebrathair?”
“Nae.” I shake my head. “But I feel privileged that ye asked.”
Brody’s frown fades into a grin. “Aye, probably not. Ye’re welcome. Might as well add, I’m gonna crack that friend of yer wife’s. Cam’s right—my dick loves fat cunts. Just so ya know, I’m good with Chevelle hating me.”