Chapter 20

Brad glanced up from making Greta sit while he made her dinner and caught a glimpse of Hank’s muscular ass before it disappeared. He smiled. That ass was his.

Soon Brad could hear Hank singing in the shower. It reminded him of Dad Andy. However, unlike with his dad, it was possible to recognize what Hank was singing. Brad smiled. In just three days his two dads would be here for the New Year. It would be good to see them.

A knock on the camper door surprised him. Greta barked her puppy guard dog bark and left her supper, running to the door. Brad walked to the door and opened it. Reggie stood outside.

“Hi.” He smiled. Upon seeing Greta he stepped back and asked, “Does she bite?”

Brad looked down at the diminutive shepherd and tried not to laugh. “She’s a seven-week-old puppy. I don’t think she’d do too much damage.”

“Oh,” Reggie said, still eyeing Greta suspiciously. The dog had now stopped barking and was headed back to her dinner.