#Chapter293

A Christmas Birthday

Lex

“What do you mean you’re in Tennessee?” Dad asked while on the phone.

I had a wedding to perform. Why the hell do you think I’m in Tennessee? Because I enjoy being in Hicksville. No, I don’t. And on top of it, I’m with that tool, Frazier. Oh, Nixie boy, rub my feet! Rub your own damn feet, you twit!

“Nix, if you don’t get back in time for tomorrow, Noah will kill you.”

You tell our twit of a brother I have been there for everything. If he can’t understand that the airport delayed our flight, then he’s a moron!

“Fine, but try to...