A Day in the Life: Wolfe, Rhys, and Amy
“Seriously, Wolfe,” Amy said, following him through the living room and into the kitchen. “It’s just one rocking chair. How hard could it be?”
“It’s not hard, darlin’. But it takes time, plus—” Wolfe turned to face his woman and smiled. “You know what? Why don’t you come by the shop later this afternoon. Lynx has the day off, so I’ll walk you through the process. If you want a rocking chair, I’ll help you build it.”
He was surprised to see the beaming smile on her face. “Perfect. This afternoon, then. What time?”
So many of you have been asking for a Walker family tree. Well, I'm happy to say that I've gotten it up. This is Curtis's side of the family. I'm in the process of working on Lorrie's since her family is just as big and we will be seeing some of her relatives in future stories. Enjoy!
Cam stared into the refrigerator, not really seeing anything at all. There was plenty to eat, he knew that much, but he had no freaking idea what it was he wanted. If anything.
“Figure it out?” Gannon asked from somewhere behind him.
Cam shook his head.
It was his night to cook and, quite frankly, he was beginning to hate these nights. It wasn’t that Cam didn’t know how to cook, it was that he didn’t have the same creativity that Gannon did when it came to food. A frozen pizza or even frozen lasagna usually were the first things to come to mind when he thought about dinner.
Gannon’s warm body pressed up against his back, and Cam took a deep breath, closing the refrigerator door.
“How about…” Gannon kissed the back of Cam’s neck. “Lemon pepper chicken and baked broccoli.”
Cam’s stomach rumbled.
Gannon chuckled against Cam’s ear right before he nibbled at his lobe.
Dear Mom & Pop,
So, I'm sure my brothers have reminded you of all the mischievous things they've done, but I'm also betting they left out all the things they did that they blamed on me. In my defense, I am the youngest and I had six older brothers who molded me into what you thought was a trouble maker.
Sure, I can name a couple of times when I might have been at fault. Like the time I stole a whole display of gum from the store and when Mom found it, I told her Beau did it. Of course, Mom told me she called the police on Beau and that they were going to take him to jail. I eventually confessed because I couldn't have Beau going to jail for my crime. So, not all bad.
And maybe the time when Sawyer and Travis were helping Pop fix something on the roof and I stole the ladder and wouldn't bring it back.
Those were minor things, though. I can think of others that weren't my fault.
For example, what about the time when Kaleb put my bicycle in the tree. I think he said something about me leaving it in front of the door and he tripped over it or something. (I doubt that was true). I had to get Pop to get it down for me. Kaleb's fault.
Or what about the time when Ethan convinced me that elevators were going to eat me and that if I ever got in one, I'd never get back out. We had to take the stairs for a while after that. Ethan's fault.
Also, the time when Braydon and Brendon put the snow machine in the school cafeteria. I took the blame for that one. Then again, that was a brilliant idea. Still, that was the twins' fault, not mine.
And the time Sawyer convinced me that I had poison ivy and the only way to get rid of it was to cover myself in Caladryl lotion and not wear clothes. I was pink. And naked. It just so happened to be the day that the ladies from church were coming over for lunch. That was Sawyer's fault.
Truth is, THEY were the trouble makers and I was the scapegoat. Yep, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. But don't worry, I fully intend to corrupt my nieces and nephews to pay my brothers back for all the damage they did.
Love you tons,
Your favorite son Zane
Dear Mom & Pop,
I'm going to start this out by saying that I was the good kid. The quiet kid. The one who didn't get into anything. Yes, I'm smiling while I write this. And no, maybe I wasn't the quiet one, but I wanted you to believe that I was. And sometimes it worked.
I think you'll remember the time when I was going to build the biggest, best fire in the fireplace. Before I started (and roped Zane into helping me), I asked permission. So, I did it the right way. However, no one told me that I couldn't keep adding wood so technically it wasn't really my fault. But, aside from nearly burning down the house, the best part was when Pop got irritated at the smoke detector and rather than trying to put out the fire (which was definitely getting out of control), he was more worried about making the alarm stop. That was the greatest.
Oh, and I'm thankful I didn't burn down the house. I'm sure you are too. And thank you for continuing to love us no matter what damage we did. Love you!