You’re bullshitting.”“Don’t they call it horseshitting down here?

Zane glanced toward the stairwell, then back to Nick. "How close are you?" he finally blurted out. "I have no frame of reference, other than the oorah and your tongue down his throat.

Zane sighed. “I was so hoping this would be a normal vacation.”Ty smacked him on the side of the head. “Don’t use bad words.

Speaking of troublemakers, where’s Nicholas? I’ve got a hug for him, too.”“He and Doc are in the next room,” Ty answered.“Doc? Which one was that?”“The one who lost his parents when he was young. I brought him home for Thanksgiving one time. You told him you wanted to wrap him up and bake him in a pie and he never came back.

Come on, Elmer,” he said to his horse. “Let’s find a nice prickly cactus you can toss me into.

This is the worst vacation ever,” Kelly said as he turned and followed Ty up the steps.“Yeah, we don’t use that word.

Ty plopped down in the seat next to Kelly and peered over at his friends. “What the hell happened to you two this morning?”Nick began to snicker and Kelly rolled his eyes as he took a sip of coffee. “I fell out of the bed.”“Fell?” Zane asked. “Or you were pushed?”“Legit fell. Rolled right out of that thing and took the covers with me. I dreamt I was being attacked by a giant squid and woke up thinking I was drowning.”“I woke up cold and very confused,” Nick added.

Okay, go hang up your kitty pictures and pet your car.

His lover was a born entertainer who liked to kill things. How he wasn’t in a psychiatric ward or on a Most Wanted list somewhere was anyone’s guess.