Jerrod leaned forward to peer out the window at all the cars inching their way into the gravel parking lot. Drake veered to the left, spotting an open space. “Nope. There is no such thing as late. We get here when we get here.” And we leave as soon as your brothers get their itch scratched. “Will they have stuff planned for guys my age?” Dan swatted Jerrod on the head from the back seat of the cab. “Nope, you’ll just have to find a woman and start kissing.” Drake glared at his brother in the rearview mirror. “Stop it, Dan.” He turned to Jerrod. “Of course. You’ll have plenty of activities with the middle school kids. It’ll be a lot more entertaining than last time when you were with the babies.” He grinned at himself, knowing Jerrod thought of himself as all grown up now that he’d hit double digits. “I hope so,” he grumbled. “I don’t want to do no kissin’.” “And Dan and Scott won’t be doing any kissing either if they know what’s good for them.”
