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expect. All I knew was I needed to act
casual. No sense letting him know how much the memory of what
happened at the wedding still haunted me.
    “Where’s the box?” I asked in greeting when I
found Scott standing, empty-handed, outside of the post office.
    “In there,” he replied, barely making eye
contact and waving toward a large box on the counter inside. “I
don’t know why you needed to come all this way, Squeaker. I told
you on the phone I got it covered.”
    We’d both received the same early morning
overseas call from BJ, explaining that their luggage had been lost
in transit. Without clothes and essentials our brothers’ honeymoon
could be ruined. Scott had been tasked with putting together a box
of basic necessities while I’d been asked privately by BJ to pack
some of the couple’s more intimate items, since even their bedroom
toys had gone missing.
    I’d gone to the house while Scott was at
work, filling a small box with the items BJ requested.
    “I had to get a few more things,” I replied,
following Scott inside and placing my box on the counter next to
his. “I hope you’ve still got room in there.”
    He ignored my comment. “If they’re not
necessities, they aren’t going in,” he said tapping the box. “We
don’t need to bother adding any more weight; it will only be that
much more expensive to express ship it to Europe.”
    “Trust me, they’re gonna need what I brought,
Lush.”
    “What exactly did you bring?”
    “Stuff BJ wanted,” I hedged.
    “BJ already gave me a list of everything he
needed.”
    “Not everything.”
    Stubbornly, Scott didn’t make a move toward
his box.
    “Seriously? Do we really need to do this in
the post office?” I huffed. “Can’t you just add my box to yours
without making a scene?”
    “Not until I see what’s in there, Squeaker.
Haven’t you ever watched those ‘over the border’ shows on TV that
warn you about letting other people put things in your
luggage?”
    “Really? You think I filled the shaft of a
dildo with cocaine, so I can smuggle it to BJ and Jamie in your
precious box?” I asked him sarcastically though perhaps a little
too loudly, judging by the horrified looks of some of the customers
in line.
    “Just show me what’s in the fucking box,”
Scott hissed. I realized then that I wasn’t the only one on edge
today.
    “Fine,” I grumbled, ripping at the plastic
tape that I’d used to seal its contents.
    Once the box was opened, I stepped back, so
Scott could get a good look inside. He scanned the array of cock
rings, sleeves, dildos, vibrating plugs, beads, lube, and even
handcuffs. I could clearly tell he was shocked by the contents,
however he didn’t utter a word, at least not until he noticed one
item in particular.
    “Where did you get that?” he asked
shakily.
    “What?”
    “That?” he stressed, pointing at the bright
neon-green butt plug I’d added to the box.
    “The house.”
    “I know but where?” he asked anxiously.
    I shrugged, wondering why it was so important
to him. “The bathroom counter, I think.”
    “Fuck,” he cursed, reaching for the object
and pulling it out.
    “What are you doing?” I hissed, snatching it
away and tossing it back in the box before anyone in the small
front area could notice.
    “That’s not BJ’s.”
    “It’s okay if it belongs to Jamie,” I
replied, attempting to close the box once again. However, Scott’s
beefy hand on my sleeve stopped me.
    “It’s not Jamie’s either.”
    I waited for him to elaborate, still not sure
why he was so focused on the toy. It wasn’t like there weren’t far
more interesting items to see in the box.
    “I… it’s mine,” he mumbled eventually, not
quite looking me in the eyes.
    My brows furrowed in confusion. “It’s a butt
plug,” I said, unable to manage anything more interesting than
stating the obvious.
    “No shit, Sherlock,” Scott replied
sarcastically.
    “But you? I mean—why?” I asked, still
completely