“You can arrange the pool via internet. Not in here,” Vick interrupts, and I lower my ten as Benson grins.
“Now onto the matter of the Vincents.”
His eyes cut toward us, and Benson stiffens.
Hale stands, smoothing his hair back as he flashes a smile at us. His gaze returns to Vick.
“You sure you want to do this?” Vick asks.
“He does have a water cannon,” Killian says as he stands next to Hale.
Benson goes stiffer, and I bounce in my seat with excitement.
“Benson Nolans,” Vick starts, looking around at everyone else, “has apparently gone wild.”
Wolf howls erupt around the room, and Benson mutters a curse under his breath. He’s now officially among the Wild Ones, which means he’ll be getting hit with paintballs, and various other things.
“Instead of building a fifth corner amendment, he’s joining the Vincents, since he and Lilah will be getting married.”
Hey!
“We actually haven’t decided on that yet,” I interject.
“You’ll be getting married,” Vick says dismissively.
“That’s going to make their side bigger,” someone points out—I think it’s Lenny Nickel.
“We’re the smallest corner,” Hale says dismissively.
“Because we’re the youngest addition,” Killian adds, “we have room to grow.”
“But the Vincents sprout in multiples,” Kylie Malone says, winking over at me as I roll my eyes.
She knows I fear this.
“God help us all when they procreate,” someone in the back says—not a Wild One.
“It’s already done. Benson will become a Vincent when he marries Lilah—”
“I’m sorry, but what?” Benson asks, his eyebrows going up as I giggle to myself.
“You’ll become a Vincent,” Vick repeats. “You’ll have to change your name. You know we can’t have other names in the four corners. It’ll confuse things.”
“We’re simple people,” I drawl, grinning as Benson narrows his eyes down at me.
“Benson will become a Vincent, and be an addition to the dead chipmunk corner,” Vick declares with finality.
“Apparently I don’t get a say in this,” Benson mutters.
“Just remember you love Tomahawk because of all the crazy,” I say, patting his hand.
He tosses his arm around me as I lean into his side.
Vick points his gavel at Benson. “Install a flag immediately. You’re officially a Wild One.”
And that’s our story.
We’re a crazy, somewhat bizarre, certainly wacky town that makes life work and lives it to the fullest.
We’re fierce.
We’re loyal.
We’re occasionally destructive.
We’re undoubtedly wild.
Because we’re the Wild Ones.
And we’re just getting started.
The End
For a sneak peek at Liam and Kylie’s book, keep reading.
GOING WILD
The Wild Ones #2
Coming soon…
PROLOGUE
LIAM
People often ask me what in the hell convinced me to move to Tomahawk, Washington, where the four corners of crazy are known as the Wild Ones. They want to know what possessed me to live next door to the Vincents—the same ones who think it’s acceptable to fish with dynamite if the fish aren’t biting the hooks they so generously attempt to use.
They want to know why I ever thought I’d make it in the woods with bugs, bears, and other things that want to take a bite out of me.
I tell them all the same thing…it’s a long, crazy story.
And of course, I blame one girl.
Chapter 1
Wild Ones Tip #293
Watch for Wild Ones. Shit usually blows up in our wake.
KYLIE
“You crazy sons of bitches!” I yell as the smoke slightly clears from where Hale Vincent has just accidentally blown up our dock.
His eyes are wide as he heaves himself out of the lake, his terribly long beard dripping with water.
“That was an accident!” he calls out. “I was aiming for the stump and tripped!”
Killian, his brother, points to the said stump that is lifting out of the water.
“It messed up our props the other day!” Killian tries to explain.
A grin spreads over my face when I hear the stampede of feet rushing this way.
“Better run, Vincents,” I say with small smile.
Killian curses, trying to crank the boat, but he’s too late.
Paintballs start flying, pelting the boys as they yelp and try to duck. The tink tink tink is a beautiful sound as the paintballs rapidly crash against the boat, while the army of Malones face off against two-thirds of the Vincent triplets.
“We’ll fix it!” Hale yells as Killian gasses the boat and drives them away from the dock…or what’s left of it.