“Back off! Don’t make me issue orders. These are not cookies,” I warn, trying to keep a straight face.“Oh come on, man!” Matt complains, “You get better mail than all the rest of us combined. Share the wealth a little.”“He’s right. It’s time for a cookie shipment. You holding out on us?” Trevor peeks over my shoulder. He claps me on the back when he catches sight of the boudoir photographs Heather has tucked into her latest flowery letter. “He’s holding out all right. But, if she were my wife, I’d be doing the same. I still can’t figure out how the likes of you landed such a looker.”“I’d never guess you guys are highly trained soldiers. You’re acting like a bunch of hormonal teenagers hanging out in the locker room. Back off for a minute while I read this.”Matt nudges Trevor and says, “I bet he wants to do way more than just read it, should we give him some alone time?”Trevor grins, “Dude. No joke. I’ve seen the pictures. If I got those in the mail, I’d want some alone time.
