Chapter 41
After brunch, the trio made their way to Sam’s Club, the sprawling parking lot doing little to soothe Warlord’s restless energy.
“Do we really need to buy everything in bulk?” Poseidon asked, eyeing the massive flatbed carts near the entrance with a skeptical look.
“There are five adults living in one house, three of whom are men. Yes, babe, we need to start buying in bulk,” Candy replied, already mentally mapping out the aisles. “Especially with how many rolls of toilet paper you three go through.”
Warlord didn't say anything. He had his hands deep in the pockets of his fitted jeans. It was strange to hear people argue about household goods. He was still trying to figure out how much graveling he would need to do and whether Arden was safe from Douglas's reach, but here he
