Chapter 113

"Hey Dad! Missed you, old man. How was Nashville?" Dax stood from his favorite chair to greet his father. 

Pierce hugged his son and pulled him at arm's length to look at him. "Eww! What's going on with your face kid? You look like shit."

"Thanks a lot, Dad. What a wonderfully loving morale boost," he scowled running his hand over the sensitive flesh. "Oh... it's nothing. I was out of my products, so I used some stuff I got at that spa thing you sent me to."

"It looks painful."

"Eh. I'll be okay. Sylvia and I had a big sale this week from a gym downtown and I was out of my cream. I went and I tried the creams from that basket from the Ashford Sports new products. Guess it didn't agree with my skin type. I broke out in hives and had to go get an allergy shot. For Grace's sake, I hope it works for other people, but it sure didn't for me."

"Clearly. You look like a disfigured leopard."