Perfection - Mathewson R. L. (книга читать онлайн бесплатно без регистрации .txt) 📗

Granted it had freaked him out a bit the first time he realized how smart his kids were, but that probably had more to do with their elaborate escape from their nursery and finding his two and a half year old sons calmly snacking away on cookies as they sat on top of the refrigerator at two in the morning.

Both sets of twins shared a look and nodded before they turned their attention back to them. Trevor knew that look and didn't like it one bit. They were up to something.

"Here," Sebastian and Johnnie said, handing the platter over to him and before they could stop them all four children somehow managed to grab three cupcakes each and were making a run for it.

"Uncle Jared, daddy stole your cupcakes!" his children announced, making him and Jason suck in a startled gasp.

"Those little traitors," Jason gasped.

"Yup," Trevor said, placing the tray of cupcakes on the table and snatching one up as he watched Jared and Jason's three kids descend on them. Jason grabbed one as well and Trevor considered selling out his cousin and his best friend, but then decided he'd rather save his energy to hunt down his little wife and cuddle with her on one of the lounge chairs while they watched their kids torment the rest of the family.

"Those are our cupcakes, you bastards," Jared snapped, glaring at them as he grabbed the tray of cupcakes and marched off with Jason's kids running after him before they could make a lunge for the cupcakes.

"You still want to take the kids for two weeks?" Trevor asked, not too surprised when Jason snatched the cupcake out of his hand and finished it off in one large bite.

"Hell yeah," Jason said, sounding like he meant it, which he knew he did. Jason was one hell of a family man and really loved having the kids over since they kept him entertained.

"Thanks," Trevor said, grabbing an ice cold Coke for his wife who was slowly making her way towards him with Haley by her side.

"Not a problem. Have you told her yet?" Jason asked, grabbing a soda for Haley.

"About the cruise?" he asked. When Jason nodded he shook his head. "I want this to be a surprise."

"You don't think she knows you've planned a second honeymoon?" Jason asked, throwing his grandmother-in-law a look of warning as the woman tried to roll over to the beer cooler. She simply huffed and gestured for Mitch, who was currently snuggling with his wife a few feet away, to push her back in the shade. After giving his wife one last kiss he did just that and then was right back with his wife. Ten years ago Trevor would have made fun of the love sick bastard, but now he understood all too well what it was like to be utterly devoted to a woman.

"She doesn't have a clue," he said, smiling when his wife leaned down to give Brad's three year old daughter a hug and a kiss.

"You realize you're going to have to watch my kids next month so that I can take Haley away, don't you? After she finds out about this little romantic trip of yours she's going to twist my arm into taking her to a tropical island," Jason pointed out as he flipped a few burgers.

Trevor chuckled. "Like she really has to twist your arm into taking her someplace where she'll probably lounge around in a bikini all day."

"Good point," Jason said, chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Haley asked as she slid her arms around Jason.

"Nothing, my little grasshopper," Jason said, leaning down to kiss his wife.

"Trevor, can you give me a hand?" Zoe asked, taking his hand and giving it a little tug.

"Sure," he said, placing his beer on the table.

As they walked towards the garage he put his arm around her, wondering how he was going to convince her to wear a bikini during their trip and how to get her to take it off, he thought with a smile.

"What do you need help with?" he asked, holding the door to the garage open for her. "Did Haley need us to grab beers or something?"

Zoe nibbled her bottom lip as she reached back and locked the door with a loud click. "No," she said, already reaching for him and he gladly went to her, "I'm in need of our arrangement."

"I guess I can help with that," he said, walking her backwards until her back hit the wall.

"You're a very considerate guy," she said teasingly.

"Exactly."

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Chapter 1

"Come on, come on, come on," Rory mumbled as she waited for the only traffic light in town to turn green. Just as it did she sighed with immense relief which ended abruptly when Mrs. Church, Golden, New Hampshire's oldest citizen, took the green light as the signal to walk across the street using her walker.

Her eyes shot to the dimly lit clock in her dashboard and whimpered. She was five minutes late! She could not be five minutes late. Not today. Normally it would just irritate her, but today it felt like it was a matter of life or death. She needed Mrs. Church to haul her ninety-six year old ass across the street before the light turned red.

Rory tapped her thumbs against the steering wheel as she stared intently at Mrs. Church in an effort to will the old woman to move quickly. It only seemed to draw Mrs. Church's attention. The older woman stopped right in front of Rory's new, well new to her, Jeep and smiled and waved at her.

Fighting back the urge to gesture for the older woman to move her ass, Rory forced a smile and waved back. After a few seconds Mrs. Church slowly turned back around and raised her walker, set it a few inches in front of her and shuffled. Rory watched as she raised the walker again, gained six move inches and shuffled.

The light turned red.

She groaned as Mrs. Church turned and sent her another friendly wave. Rory debated getting out of the car and helping her, but she knew that would only encourage Mrs. Church to stop in the middle of the street and brag about her great grandchildren.

All thirty-four of them.

Two red lights and three green lights later Mrs. Church was safely across the street and Rory was gunning it. Two minutes later she was in front of McGill's main office on Center Street, waiting for a minivan full of kids driven by a woman who looked like she was going to snap if she heard "The wheels on the bus goes round and round" one more time to pull out of her spot.

As she waited for the van to pull out Rory put on her left blinker, officially declaring her claim on the spot while she took the opportunity to calm her breathing. It probably wouldn't look professional to go in there sweating and panting like a woman who needed a cocaine fix, although she really could go for a large cup of hot cocoa, her one true weakness.

Hmmm, she really could go for a nice large mug of hot creamy hot chocolate with a large spoonful of fluff in it. Yummy, maybe after this she could-

Her thoughts were cut off when she realized her spot was free and clear. Sighing contently, Rory started to turn into the spot when a black pickup cut her off and took the spot.

Rory could only stare for a moment, shocked that someone had ignored the universally agreed upon parking spot rule of the blinker. Perhaps he didn't see her blinker?

All thoughts about this being a simple mistake flew out of her head when he stepped out of the truck. She ground her jaw as she pressed the "down" button for the passenger window. Once it was down she politely asked the bane of her existence to move his truck.