[Sweet Sixteens Part 2]
The following weekend, the Cooper girls rode into town with their Uncle Bailey so that they could pick up the three boys who were walking right into their doom, I mean joining the Cooper clan for the birthday celebrations.
I mean, it is possible that they weren't going to be completely slaughtered by the fifteen overprotective brothers and the berserker dad who has never had the misfortune, I mean, pleasure of meeting his daughters' boyfriends before.
Oh, if only those poor, unfortunate boys could hear my words right now, they would be running for the hills, screaming in a panic so that they didn't need to fear for their lives. But, alas, they cannot hear me, and so they are indeed walking right into a trap.
"Good afternoon, boys." Bailey grinned at the boys as he and the girls got out of the car at the park.
"Good afternoon, Sir." Brad grinned at him first and shook his hand.
