Rosa sat next to me on the couch and smiled. “Are you going to send me that video?”
“What video?” Hayden asked when my cheeks turned a bright shade of red, curious as to what she was talking about.
“Rosa, stop talking.” I made eye contact with Rager but he had no idea what we were talking about given his current state of cold as fuck.
“What is she talking about?” Hayden asked Rosa, smiling widely.
“Well.” I tried to shove my hand over Rosa’s mouth but she was too quick and pushed away from me. “Arie and Rager made a sex tape at the World Finals.” And then she took a shot of spiced rum. If you’ve never taken a shot of spiced rum, you’re not missing out. It’s a lot like snorting a clover laced in cinnamon. Fucking awful. Rosa’s a hard core drinker though and merely flinched at the burn. “I want to see the Sweet Spot and she won’t let me. It’s a selfish decision on her part.”
“You’ve seen him naked, Rosa,” I pointed out. “What’s the big deal about the tape?”
Her grin widened. “So, you admit there’s a tape floating around?”
“No. There’s not anymore. It was on Rager’s phone. And good luck finding it. He deleted it.”
He didn’t, but I wasn’t telling Rosa that.
She eyed Rager. “I’ll crack his password someday.”
Hayden shook her head and glanced over at Hudson who was currently losing his shit over his sock next to the front door. “Your son is kinda like the Hulk and Spiderman had a baby and that baby had low blood sugar.”
“You’re telling me.”
“I can’t take much more of this screaming. My head hurts,” Rager said, eyeing Hudson who was losing his shit over his sock being on backward. “Dude, stop screaming. Take the damn sock off and put it on the right way.” Rager downed another beer as he and Caden sat by the fireplace, trying to will heat back into their hands. They’d been out on the snowmobiles all afternoon with Casten and Axel and spent a good part of it stuck when their plan to tie Caden to one didn’t work out in their favor. They’d broke his arm in the process but Caden didn’t care.
“There you go. Good as new,” Casten said, holding out his handy work of duct tape and a wooden spoon. “See, I won the championship this year and bam, I’m a fucking professional at everything.”
Caden glanced at it and smiled. “Looks good to me. The duct tape isn’t even that noticeable.”
It was true. Casten not only won his first Knoxville Nationals, but won the World of Outlaws championship this year. It made his head impossibly bigger.
“I can’t believe you let them tie you to a snowmobile,” Kinsley noted, digging through the bar to find what I assumed was something stronger than the White Claw’s she’d been sucking down earlier.
Her ring flashed under the orange glow of the fire. They’d only been married a week and Caden was already hurt again. Smiling, I pulled her in for a hug. “I have the perfect thing to take the edge off this holiday season.”
Kinsley unscrewed the cap to the vodka bottle she found. “I’m all ears.”
“A night out in downtown Vail.”
“I’ll drive!” Casten said, jumping up. “I can’t wait to get out of this place.”
“You’re not leaving me with all these kids,” Dad said, glancing at Spencer and Aiden who were playing pool with him in the den. Mom, Aunt Alley, and Emma were out doing last-minute Christmas shopping.
Grandma Nancy, who’d been reading books with the little girls, smiled. “I can watch them.”
Dad shook his head behind her, as if to say, no fucking way. Yesterday she went sledding with the kids and damn near broke her hip. This morning, she let Abigale do her hair, and now it was bright blue. It was safe to say Grandma should not be alone with the kids because she let them do whatever they wanted.
I also might point out she was a push over for Casten too. Who do you think was on the snow plow with Casten last year? After a bottle of wine, Grandma Nancy.
Lily reached for her coat. “Well, if you’re going, I’m going.”
“We can handle a bunch of kids, Jameson,” Aiden noted, clearly underestimating the situation. There were fourteen kids in the house. Sixteen if you counted Tommy and Willie, which I did, for obvious reasons.
Rosa walked by with her nanny pack on and a juice box that wasn’t juice. “I got this. You kids go have a good time.” She was shitfaced and no way I’d leave them with her.
Just as I was beginning to think going out might be a bad idea, Mom and my aunts came home. “Where are we going?” Kinsley asked once we were loaded into the van—all eight of us and Caden’s wheelchair.
Caden could stand and walk a little way, but hadn’t gained enough strength yet to be out of his wheelchair. Still, sadly, racing wasn’t in his future as of now. It didn’t stop him from having a good time though. He was up for anything.
“A bar with anything hard,” I noted, sitting on Rager’s lap because we didn’t have enough seats in the van to accommodate all of us into town. Dangerous yes, but I trusted Axel’s driving. Casten, not a chance, but at least Axel had enough sense to do the speed limit.
“I’ve got something hard for you,” Rager growled in my ear, tightening his hold around my waist.
Casten groaned. “I’m not going to sit next to you two if
