Christmas With The Houstons (Acceptance #4) Read Online Free PDF

what?”
    The first bottle of tequila is empty so I open the second one and pour us both a shot and then another.
    “I hate my brother,” I tell him bitterly.
    “Whoa, that’s harsh and completely unlike you. What’s the deal?”
    “The deal is this… Connor has completely fucked up my life.”
    Mike keeps the alcohol coming at a pretty consistent pace and pretty soon, bottle number two is almost empty and neither of us are feeling any pain.
    “Okay, I get why you’re pissed at Connor. I’d be pissed, too. Connor is a good guy and I’m sure he means well. He probably doesn’t even understand what he’s doing wrong because you keep cleaning up his mess.”
    Ding. Ding. Ding.
    “So what do you suggest? Not to clean up after him anymore? Let the business crash and burn?”
    I try standing so I can go take a piss, but the ocean starts spinning around me and I have to grab the rail for support.
    “Dude, fuck no. But before he goes home for the day, hand him all the files he still needs to work on. Stop letting it fall on your head.”
    After finally stumbling inside to take a piss, I walk back out to find Mike is sprawled out on the couch.
    “You know…” he says, pointing his finger at me—his middle fucking finger—and I laugh uncontrollably. From the way he’s squinting at me, I know he has no clue what is so funny.
    “No, I don’t know. Why don’t you enlighten me?” I answer, pointing my middle finger back at him and he finally gets it, laughing so hard he falls off the couch and lands with a loud thud on the floor. 
    “Damn, that’s probably going to hurt in the morning,” he mumbles as he crawls back up to sit down.
    “What I was going to say is… no matter how much I love Misty, no matter how much Connor loves Jess, or Daniel loves Kate, you and April are the holy motherfucking grail, Jake. Neither of you can see past the blissful tunnel of love you live in. You might be fighting now, but don’t let stupid shit get in the way of epicness.”
    “Epicness?”
    “Yes,” he answers with a yawn. “Epicness. I’d bet everything I own neither of you would ever cheat on each other. You’re not built that way. So the fact you’re fighting over other people is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “Not as stupid as you not finding Kate all those years ago,” I snap back.
    “See, that’s where you’re wrong. I fucking love Misty, and if Kate and I had gotten back together before she met Daniel… The second I saw Hailey, we would have been over. That’s a hard truth for me to admit because I love Kate. More than anyone ever will, in a way her husband never can, but we are where we were meant to be, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
    “You’re right.”
    “I’m also right about this. You guys have epicness. Don’t let pigs in blankets and housewives and Barbies get in the middle of greatness, Jake. You’ll never be happy without April and she’ll never be the same without you.”
    I need to close my eyes for a minute to think about what Mike just said. Acting like an idiot with my wife isn’t going to solve my work issues.

    “You stupid idiot, wake the fuck up!”
    My eyes try to open but as soon as the bright sunlight hits them, they shut again of their own accord.
    “I’m not fucking with you, Jake. Get up!” Daniel screams at me. It’s obvious he’s talked to April.
    “Good morning to you, too, sunshine,” I manage to croak out.
    “Kitchen now ,” he commands as he stalks off.
    “Fuck, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Who the fuck pissed in his Captain Crunch?” Mike questions as he slowly sits up, holding his head in his hands.
    “Apparently I did.” I slowly push myself off the chair, holding my own head.
    “Come on, there’s ibuprofen in the kitchen.”
    There’s also coffee and food; Daniel always knows how to cure a hangover.
    He’s leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. Damn, he looks