future, and she wanted to relax and contemplate them for a few days.
* * * *
Jaxson was at his wits end. His twin brother, Colton, was absolutely useless when he was like this. Colton's muse had apparently taken a break and, he'd become a major downer because of it. It's not like his writing was changing the world; it simply entertained hordes of lonely women. In Jaxson's opinion, if you want a desperate woman, then head out to a singles bar. Don't waste time writing cheesy novels. He scoffed whenever Colton tried to explain just how much work went into the writing and editing part alone, not to mention having to keep up with blogs, websites, book signings, interviews, blah, blah, blah. Combine all of that with keeping a full-time job, and the thought made Jaxson cringe.
No, Jaxson was a free spirit, and he would not apologize for it. He loved the water every bit as much now as he had as a kid and had therefore started a business that would allow him to remain on the water, having fun and enjoying himself, until he chose to retire. The deep sea fishing charters he and his brother ran were an extremely popular attraction at the marina. They had various trip lengths, from a few hours to the whole day, and would even run friendly competitions with the other charters for the biggest fish and the most caught. All of the tourists seemed to genuinely enjoy the experience. Not to mention that word of mouth had made them one of the top charters in town with reservations typically booked months in advance.
Right now, though, Colton's thoughts revolved around his agent instead of work, and that was irritating Jaxson more and more. Colton just kept harping on about how his agent had just quit the agency and needed to take a vacation and whatnot. For crying out loud, Jaxson was going to need a vacation himself if his brother didn't get his head screwed back on straight, and soon. Well, seeing as he was desperate to get Colton focused on the charter business and not on his agent and books, Jaxson threw out an idea.
The beach-house they lived in was just down from one they also owned as a rental property. Next week the house would be vacant, and he quickly suggested Colton invite his agent down for a visit. Once his brother had sent the invitation via e-mail, he finally began to perk up a little, and Jaxson was hoping this would get him a little more focused. Maybe he could even talk this agent of his into a fishing trip.
That is, if Jaxson could get Colton to remove the stick he obviously had stuffed up his rear end. He'd forced Jaxson to promise to be on his best behavior while his agent was down. What? Did his brother consider his outgoing personality an embarrassment? Not that he was particularly interested in spending time with some stuffed shirt who read books for a living, but he didn't want to stress the working relationship his brother seemed to hold so dear either. After all they were twins; causing Colton any kind of pain would only bring Jaxson some hurt as well. Not to mention Colton's agent could possibly mistake him for Colton and end up taking something that was said out of context.
Luckily, he and Colton were planning a trip over to the Blackwater State Park for a run because, boy, did he feel the need to cut loose. Being a werewolf living on the beach really did have its setbacks sometimes. The lack of wooded areas made shifting impossible, so they would travel inland a few times a month to go into the state parks to camp and just run. It was a small price to pay to be free of the restrictions of pack life. For Jaxson and Colton, being free meant they could do what they wanted with their lives, never having to ask permission before getting a job or starting their business. With their business booming and the summer just starting, the tourists were about to arrive in droves. He'd be splitting the days with his brother and would make sure Colton had time to spend with his agent. Who knows, maybe he'd become inspired to
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