Page 23 of Finding Us
Mason: Sounds good.
Connor: It will be like old times.
Mason: It’s been months, not years you drama queen.
Connor: I can’t even comprehend going months without any action. Does your dick still work? *Asking for a friend.
I bark out a laugh.
Mason: There’s nothing wrong with my dick!
Connor: Since you are child free tonight, you might be able to test that theory out.
Mason: As I said … my dick is fucking fine. Magnificent actually.
Connor: Have you been giving Mrs Parker and her five daughters a workout … doesn’t the monastery frown on that?
Mason: I don’t give a shit what the monastery thinks … despite what you say, I have no ambitions of becoming a monk.
Connor: Could’ve fooled me. How long has it been since you got laid?
Mason: None of your business.
Connor: That long, huh?
Mason: Fuck off!
Connor: Someone’s a little touchy … must be all the built-up testosterone. Hopefully you can get a release tonight, God knows you need one. On that note, it will be good to have my wingman back, even if it’s only temporarily.
Connor: You are welcome to come here and hang with me while we wait for the girls. We can have a few drinks to get the party started.
Mason: I’m heading home to do a bit of packing. I also need to shower and change. Just let me know when you guys are leaving.
Connor: Okay, will do. FYI, if my sister’s friend tries to hit on you tonight don’t go there, okay?
Mason: Is there a reason why?
Connor: Just don’t.
Mason: Does that mean your sister is up for grabs?
I’m smiling to myself as I type that. I know how protective he is of his little sister. I don’t even know what she looks like, but even if she’s hot, the bro-code would negate me ever going there.
Connor: Stay the fuck away from my sister too!
That was way too easy.
Starting my bike, I begrudgingly pull away from the kerb, heading towards home. I know what girls are like when they’re getting ready, it could be hours before I hear from Connor again. It will give me time to get some packing done while I wait.
Connor was right, his next text doesn’t come through until 10 pm.
Connor: I’m sorry it’s so late. Fuck my life … this is why I prefer to be single. We are downstairs waiting for the uber now. You’re still coming right? Or is your old man body already in bed?
Mason: I’m only three years older than you, arsehole, and yes, I’m still coming. I’ll jump in the shower now. I’ll be there within the hour.
Connor: Leave the tunic at home?
Mason: Tunic?
