Page 56 of The Merger
Beck leaned forward and sloshed more Scotch in my glass. “That means it’s working.” He pushed my glass toward me. “Drink up, we’ve got an abduction to plan.”
“I really don’t think kidnapping my wife is the way to build trust,” I slurred.
Colt snorted. “Of course, it's not. That’s just to force her to listen.”
“I think I should just talk to her,” I insisted.
Colt nodded over and over. “The direct approach. I like it.”
“Why are you bothered by all the sex?” Beck asked.
“I’m not, but I want more,” I said.
“I know!” Beck gestured with his drink, spilling half of it all over himself. “You should get her pregnant. Then she’ll need you more and won’t be able to keep you at arm's length.”
“That sounds like a horrible idea. Worse than kidnapping her. Why did I think you guys could help me?” I rubbed my finger against my lips. They were so numb.
“You’re just not grasping the genius. These are premium pieces of advice. I really want to go home now.” Beck slipped off the couch and crawled around the table. “I think the baby advice was the best advice I’ve ever given. I’m going to call my wife.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Wife,” he yelled into the phone. Then he put his finger over his other ear. “I can’t hear you.”
“The phone is upside down.” I took his phone and flipped it around. He stared at the phone like he was trying to figure out how it worked.
“Beck, are you there?” Evie’s voice sounded through the phone.
“Evie? Hey, I wanted to talk to you.”
“I assume that’s why you called,” she said.
“You’ve got it on speaker,” Colt yelled.
“How drunk are you guys?” she asked.
“I can’t feel my lips,” I said to her.
“Right. I’m calling Jana to come get you guys. I’d come, but I’ve got the baby.”
“That’s right! That’s why I called. Let’s have a baby,” Beck said.
“We’ve already got a baby.”
“Another one. I want lots of babies,” he pushed.
“I’m hanging up now and getting you guys a ride home,” she said and ended the call.
I smacked my lips together. Still no feeling. “You know. I think I’m starting to like the idea of having Sabrina away from everyone. I’m going to do it.”
Taking out my phone, I called Sabrina. “I’m going to kidnap you.”
“What? Are you drunk?”
“A little. Not as drunk as Beck. But they’ve given me some great advice.”
“Stryker, listen to me. Those two are idiots. Do not listen to anything they say.”
“I don’t know. I think Beck might have something with the baby idea.”
“No. None of this sounds like a good idea,” she argued.