Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Anything else you need me to look at?” Jonas asks.
“No, I think Kelly and Colten have things well under control until we get back,” I say, referring to the two regional managers we’ve hired to manage day-to-day operations of our initial twenty gyms. “I’ll send them your notes and set up a meeting for the week we get back.”
“Good. Thank you. And how about the grand opening?”
“I’ve got T-Rod overseeing the final details with an event planner. We were originally gonna have a DJ, but the band at your wedding was so awesome, I hired them to play the event. Go big or go home, right?”
“Well, cost-wise, I’m not sure if we really need to—”
“Jonas, I’ll cover the band personally if you think the cost is excessive. I wanna kick things off with a bang—you know how much I love a good bang.”
Jonas smirks. “Yeah, I’m well aware, Josh. Okay, thanks. Now what about the conference call with the sales team? We should get their numbers in advance of the call so we can—”
I shut my laptop with gusto. “Nope. No more work allowed for you for the rest of your trip.”
Jonas opens his mouth to protest.
“If anything else comes up this week, I’ll handle it. You’re on your honeymoon, bro—erase work from your mind.”
“Well, yeah, but you’re on vacation, too.”
“A honeymoon trumps a pre-baby vacation every time. Besides, Kat’s been sleeping a ton lately—she gets pretty wiped out these days—so I’ll have plenty of downtime in Argentina whenever she’s napping to address anything that might come up.”
Jonas exhales with relief. “Okay, cool. Thanks, Josh.”
“Just enjoy your honeymoon, man.”
“I plan to. We’re going to Belize next.”
“Ah, back to the scene of the original crime, huh?”
Jonas’ face lights up. “Yup. A tree house in the middle of the jungle, surrounded by howler monkeys—my idea of heaven on earth.”
“Sounds awesome.”
“So how’s Kat doing? Is she still puking?”
“Yeah, but not as much. She’s mostly just really tired. Apparently, it takes a lot of energy to incubate a mighty Faraday spawn. The good news for me is that, when Kat’s not sleeping or puking, her pregnancy hormones are through the roof.” I snicker. “It’s like my unicorn permanently strapped a jet engine between her legs.”
Jonas laughs. “Excellent.”
“Oh, yeah. I highly recommend pregnancy hormones.” I kiss the tips of my fingers like a French chef blessing his masterpiece.
“Good to know. Hopefully, Sarah will have the same experience when it’s her turn to incubate a mighty Faraday spawn.”
“Oh, you and Sarah are thinking about having kids?”
“Definitely. Not any time soon—but yeah.”
“Well, don’t wait too long,” I say. “My mighty Faraday spawn’s gonna need another mighty Faraday spawn to boss around sooner rather than later.”
“Oh, please. Your spawn’s gonna be my spawn’s little bitch,” Jonas says.
I laugh. “Bullshit, motherfucker. My spawn’s gonna kick your spawn’s tiny ass.”
“Ha! My spawn’s gonna make your spawn cry like a little baby.”
We both laugh.
“So how was New Zealand?” I ask.
“Fucking amazing,” Jonas says, leaning back in his chair. He gives me a summary of his and Sarah’s exciting Kiwi-adventures over the past week. “We stayed at the coolest place,” he says. “I’ll get you the info so you can take Kat.”
I scoff. “I think it’ll be a while before I take Kat rappelling down cliffs and bungee jumping off bridges.”
“Oh yeah.” Jonas grins. “I guess you’ll be laying low for a while on stuff like that, huh? How far along is she?”
“Fourteen weeks.”
“When the fuck will she actually look pregnant, by the way? She looks exactly the same as she always has.”
I shrug. “Hell if I know. I’ve never done this before.”
The girls let out a tortured wail in the other room—and then immediately giggle together—and Jonas and I laugh.
“I think there’s a good chance the two humans in that bedroom have vaginas,” I say.
Jonas nods his agreement. “God, I hope so, or else I’ve been seriously duped. So how was Brazil?” he asks.
“Un-fucking-believable.” I give him a brief synopsis of Kat’s and my travels through Brazil and show him a few photos on my phone. “In Rio, we stayed at this bungalow right on the beach. This is the view from the deck out front.”
“Whoa,” Jonas says, looking at my photo. “Send me the info on that place, would you? Maybe I’ll take Sarah to Rio later this year.”
“Oh, you should take Sarah for Carnival,” I say.
“Oh, good idea,” Jonas says. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”
I tap out a quick text to Theresa on my phone. “I’m texting T-Rod to send you the info on where we stayed in Rio. She’ll hook you right up.”
“Thanks,” Jonas says. He gets up and ambles to the bar in the corner of the suite. “You wanna beer?”
“Yeah. Hit me with some Venezuelan cerveza I’ve never heard of before, bro.”
Jonas opens the fridge. “Hmm. Looks like we’ve got something called Cardenal?”