Page 2 of Family Vacay

Spencer:

Logan, no. Just… no. I wish I could erase that message from my brain.

Zeppelin:

LOLOL Fuck, I love this family.

Ezra:

While I love all of you, I really need to concentrate and get this job done so I can go on vacation with all of you tomorrow. I’m putting my phone in my office. If it’s important, call my secretary.

Spencer:

Wait, you own the company! Why can’t you come if the job isn’t done?

Ezra:

My foreman had to take emergency leave to be with his wife. I’ll be home late. I put it in our other chat. Love you.

Spencer:

Ugh. Okay, seriously, Logan, stop being gross. Dad, I’m sorry he brought that up again. Zeppelin, stop being mean to my husband. Eros, hello. I’m getting off as well. We’re slammed at the ER today. Dad, we’ll meet at yours tomorrow morning.

Jaxon:

Okay, kid. Be safe.

Eros:

Is everyone packed? Jax, have you found Ash’s cat carrier? She can’t just wander around the car while we’re on the road. Zeppelin, have you double checked to make sure you don’t have bookings scheduled?

Logan:

Here comes Papa Bear to organize all of us.

Zeppelin:

He’s so hot when he does this.

Jaxon:

For fuck’s sake… Yes, Eros, I’ve found the carrier. And now, I’m hopping off of here. Logan, make sure you three are here at eight in the morning.

Logan:

Sure. We’ll be there.

Sighing, I muted the chat and set my phone down before reaching up to rub my temples. I was sure my phone would be vibrating for the next few hours while as Logan and Zeppelin continued going back and forth, but with the chat muted, it wouldn’t bug me, and I could get the rest of this account taken care of.

Grabbing my headset, I pushed the earbuds into my ears, letting the calming sound of nature and rain fill my head as I went back to crunching numbers, my foot idly rubbing Ash’s side and belly as she laid at my feet.

CHAPTER2

Spencer

Iwas so fucking tired. It was two in the morning, and I should have been home three hours ago, but paperwork had kept me held down for much longer than I’d thought it would, and I couldn’t push it off because that paperwork had to be done before my vacation started.

Butfuck—and I meant it with every ounce of disrespect I could muster—working until two in the morning.

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