“I still owe you for that Christmas present. ‘A lil’ bit of Candy’ my arse!” Duncan huffed, punching Declan in the arm.
“What?” my brother laughed, “You said that you were lonely and you loved candy in the same sentence. So... I got you what you asked for.”
My head whipped back and forth between my brother and the man that had become part of my family.
“What happened, Duncan? Was the Candy bad?” I asked, earnestly.
Mason burst into a fit of laughter. My eyes crashed into his searching for answers, but he looked away, covering his laughter with an obvious fake cough. What the hell was wrong with him? As a matter-of-fact, what was wrong with all of the men in our group? None of them would look at me, trying desperately to conceal the smirks on their faces. They were all hiding something from me.
“We told you that Declan would take things literally.” Ciaran patted Duncan’s shoulder as he walked past him to the kitchen.
“Oh, no. What did you get him, D” I glared at my brother. My question lingered in the air for several moments before Duncan walked over to me, offering me his phone.
“I got him a wee date.” Declan answered as I took Duncan’s phone. On the screen was a picture of a woman standing next to Duncan. The top of her head only reached his upper thigh. She had beautiful, long blond hair and a face that I would have paid any Beverly Hills plastic surgeon for.
“Her name is Candy and she’s a lovely woman.” Duncan blushed.
“Yep. Duncan is nuts over her.” Declan proclaimed. The entire room burst into another fit of hysterical laughter. When I finally got the joke, I punched my brother in the stomach. He was such an ass. Funny, but an ass nonetheless.