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Ethan held up a hand. “You know what? I don’t want to know. But Teagan?” He made a low whistle. “Talk about a blast from the past. I thought that ship had long since sailed.”
“It never sailed. I mean it did.”
“You don’t sound so confident there, bro. It either has or hasn’t.”
“Hell.” Colin ran a hand down his face, realizing he hadn’t shaved in two days. Hadn’t had time. “Between work, Maddie’s schedule, and the time I spend at the free clinic, I can’t remember when I had an entire day to myself. A day to relax and just be. Let alone date.”
“That’s all on you, man. Tell that little prick Ronnie Junior to go fuck himself when he comes to you to save the day after he fired three of the last hires.”
“Soon he won’t be my problem.”
“Soon, soon, soon. Open your practice or stop flapping your lips,” Ethan said. “Because we’re tired of hearing you bitch about Ronnie.”
“Waiting for the right time.”
“And here I thought it was because Amanda took you to the cleaners.”
“It was part of our divorce plan. I got full custody and the house. And why are you coming at me?” Colin asked.
“I’m tired of watching you bend over backward for the assholes of the world.” Ethan shrugged. “You’re always going to be my kid brother, so sue me if I get pissed on your behalf.”
“I didn’t give her anything I didn’t want to.” And that was the God’s honest truth. “She got the cars and 401(k). I got Maddie. Which is why I’m waiting until she’s settled in college to get my finances in order. Then I’ll find the right location.”
“Settled or retired? You and your plans. Mom is probably wagging her finger at you from heaven. Telling you to stop talking and do.”
“Great advice. I’m done talking—now leave me so I can eat my lasagna in peace.”
“Think about the tracker,” Ethan said as Colin pushed him out the door. And he did think about it. Five minutes later, he decided Ethan didn’t seem so crazy.
He walked to the reception desk. “Barb, is Mr. Kent still interested in saving, Ulysses’s, uh—”
“Stallion-sized beanbags?”
“You heard?”
“Everyone heard. Mr. Kent was bellowing about it before I took him into the exam room. I actually moved him ahead of six patients.”
Colin grimaced. “Thanks for that. And beanbags? Really?”
“Okay, how about meat clackers? Bojangles? Wrecking balls?”
“I get it. Is he on the books?”
“Yup, booked him an appointment for next week. Why?”
He closed his eyes. “Can you call him back and tell him the special request”—he whispered as if he were explaining sex positions to a librarian—“is on the house. I’ll even provide the glass jar.”
Chapter 10
Raising multiples is a walk in the park.
Jurassic Park.
—Unknown
Whoever said, “After having twins you get organized,” clearly forgot the big “NOT” at the end.
Teagan, who used to be the Queen of Organized, had been dethroned so many times her crown no longer stood upright. The girls had awakened their usual squirmy selves, Garbage Disposal got into the trash and then immediately threw up the trash—plastic and all—and Teagan’s wavy blond hair resembled a Q-tip. Then there was the schedule that had flipped her a resounding bird.
