“Which hotel is that?” Derrick asked as he stretched his arm for Damian to button around his wrist.

“The best hotel to ever be built in Harrow Wood Pack,” Rick responded a bit cockily. “I made the choice,” he added, his grin widening.

Damian scoffed. “I would have picked a better one.”

“Is everything ready?” Derrick ignored the bickering two and asked.

“Everything is…well, except your wife whom you will have to ride down there with.”

Derrick breathed. Maybe he had gone overboard. Perhaps the honeymoon wasn't really necessary.

“There's a bit of a problem,” Rick began slowly.

“The women…erm they seem kind of erm…excited—”

“What do you mean excited?”...