Page 55 of The Last Second Chance
“I highly doubt that.”
“I walked in on Carter and Summer getting it on in the kitchen on the freaking island. And then last night...Well, I don’t even want to talk about last night.”
“What? Were they doing it in the living room?”
Jax shook his head. “Worse. So much worse. It wasn’t them.” His stomach pitched a little. “It was Mom and Frank—”
“Nope! Nope!” Beckett covered his ears. “If you try to finish that sentence I will murder you and feed you to Diesel,” he yelled.
“I went to Mom’s place to pick her up and she wasn’t downstairs,” Jax continued, oblivious to his brother’s threats.
Beckett jumped out of his seat, hands clutching his ears. “I can’t hear you! I’m not listening!”
“I thought she was in the closet. But she wasn’t. She was on the bed.”
Beckett tripped over his trashcan and gagged.
“They were…” Jax gulped, caught in the endless loop of horror in his head. “Naked. And her leg was like—”
The blow from Beckett’s fist to his face surprised him more than stunned him. Jax shook his head.
“Wow. Thanks, man,” he said, rubbing his jaw.
Beckett laid a hand on his shoulder. “Anytime. Listen, we’re both just going to forget everything you just said. Forget it. Bury it. Lock it up and never let it out.”
Jax nodded. “Okay. Yeah. That sounds good.”
Beckett stabbed a button on his phone. “Ellery? Can you bring two scotches in here?”
“Regular pour or Buchanan pour?”
Beckett glanced at Jax before answering. “Buchanan pour, definitely.”
“Are they still showing up here for ‘counseling’?” Jax asked. The Buchanans were the couple who held the longest record for being on the marital rocks in Blue Moon history. They’d been on the verge of divorce since marrying twenty-two years ago. The couple came to Beckett every six months or so to work on a new divorce agreement that usually ended in a reconciliation for them and a two-day migraine for Beckett.
“They were here last week and couldn’t decide who should get the kayaks so they decided to stay together until next fall after kayaking season is over.”
Ellery bustled in with a tray. She set it down on the desk and distributed the glasses. “I also brought you cookies since you’re both emotional eaters.”
“Thanks, Ellery,” Jax said, shoving an oatmeal raisin in his mouth.
“Thank you,” Beckett nodded reaching for the scotch like it was a life preserver and he was on theTitanic.
Ellery flashed them a smile and shut the doors behind her.
“So…” Jax said, finally reaching for the scotch.
“I don’t know what to talk about besides the horrifying elephant you brought into the room,” Beckett admitted.
“How about this? I’m thinking about getting my own place.”
“You’d be smart to do that before the twins arrive. Otherwise you’ll end up getting penciled in on the night feeding shifts.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of making room in the house for Summer’s parents who are probably going to want to visit for a while. But you make an excellent point.”
“Our guest house is open if you’re interested,” Beckett offered. He had a two-bedroom guest house in his backyard that recently became vacant after he married the last tenant.
“I’d rather be closer to the farm, if possible, but I may have a potential tenant for you if you’re interested in renting it out again,” Jax told his brother.
