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“Not one bit. I just got to thinking, and that’s always a terrible thing.”
Brooks snorted. “Well, we can’t have that. Let’s drink to my new trailer.”
“Done.” He clinked plastic cups with Brooks, and he dug into the chips and salsa.
He could get used to this adult time thing.
Especially with Brooks.
Chapter Eleven
Brooks pulled the trailer through instead of backing it in. He’d taken it with him today on the off-chance that he would see something at the auction that worked.
And he had.
He also had a backseat full of groceries for Thanksgiving supper, which was in about a week. So he and Coop needed to start cooking pretty damn quick.
The horses could stand in the trailer while he unloaded the groceries, and?—
“Uncle Brooks! What’s in the trailer?”
He blinked as Mina came out on the porch dressed in a pair of pajama pants, a huge coat, one of his knitted beanies, and a pair of Coop’s boots.
“Uh. What are you doing home from school, kiddo?”
“I threw up.”
“Oh.” Ugh. Poor baby, she’d been doing that a good bit, and he had a feeling she might have developed a food sensitivity. They just had to figure out to what. “Well, they’re horses.”
She squealed. “Can I see?”
“Not yet, honey.”
“Isn’t it still my birthday?”
He chuckled under his breath. “No, your birthday was last weekend. It’s been almost ten days.”
“Oh.” She pouted a little, her eyes still on the horse trailer. “But I didn’t get a horsey for my birthday…”
“Your Uncle Coop bought you a whole bouncy castle, and you got a new bicycle for your birthday.”
She grinned at him, her front tooth wiggling. “He did, and we can put it up whenever we want and we can bounce and it is so much fun and I love it so much and I?—”
Blorp.
That little girl just barfed all over the porch.
“Coop!” He needed to get the damn hose.
“Coming! Coming. Oh, jeez Louise. All right. What are you doing outside? Why are you wearing my boots? And hey, Brooks. We have two of them that are going at it from both ends. So put your horses where they need to go and then come help me disinfect the entire goddamn house.”
“Two? Mina and Johnny?” he asked.
“Nope.” Coop rolled his eyes. “Mina and Benji. At least Benji is capable of cleaning up after himself, but I have this sinking suspicion that this is that damn norovirus stuff. And if one gets it, we’re all going to be at risk. Oh my God, I’m going to have to buy a lot of Pedialyte.”
“I don’t feel so good,” Mina whined.
“Come on, shower, bathroom, take off my boots. I swear to God you puked in my boots, child, and I might just have to make you run around naked in the backyard.” Coop winked at her.
