Chapter 24

Reggie was continuing. “Hank mentioned something about getting started with me riding Tango today, so I came over early as he didn’t specify a time.”

Brad made a conscious effort not to say anything rude. “Well, I don’t think he meant quite this early. And my folks are arriving from Michigan so I don’t think—”

“Oh, hi, Reg,” came Hank’s deep voice behind Brad. “Come on in. We’re just gettin’ started this mornin’. Want some coffee? I just got it goin’.”

Brad closed his eyes momentarily, took a deep breath, and stepped back so Reggie could enter. Turning to follow their guest into the camper, Brad almost gasped. Hank had only pulled on his boxers—his prominent package, while covered by the striped garment—was well displayed.

What is the man thinking? Brad groaned mentally.

“I’d love one,” was Reggie’s enthusiastic reply.

Brad put Greta down. She headed for a corner of the room and started circling.

“Hey, Brad,” Hank called. “Greta!”