He should've been in Australia.
He should have inside who was in Australia and that didn't mean his King's ditzy divvy boyfriend.
Instead he was in the Land of Jayge, watching this excited creature holding something long and metallic.
'Piercing needle.' Wade guessed from his side of the rather plain and medium sized hotel room. No luxury suite this time.
'Tagger.'
'A what?!'
'It's to tag sharks, to keep track of them. That's what I'm doing part of this morning, me and a few others.' Justin explained.
'Only a few/'
'Not any cowards, so I'll expect YOU'LL be staying here.'
How dare you call me a coward! I'm going if you're going.'
'I knew you were afraid.'
'You know very little at best.'
'That's your fear, right? That I can take him away...BOTH of them from you easy.'
'Close your mouth and lead me to those sharks.'
Justin had somewhat tricked him.
The entire small group, instructor included, plus the extra four men there for safety purposes(possibly if someone began drowning,Wade guessed) were staring at him, snug wetsuited up, a tall clone of a condom.
Justin was snickering within earshot. The brat had fooled him, everyone else was in beach attire, tops,shorts, some bare chest worn by the guys.
He felt ridiculous stuck in this garb.
The giggling and staring of a different sort changed his mind. One of Brodus' dancing girls and Lillian were both looking and whispering, pointing.
Of course! He smiled faint at first before it grew. Not tight fitting garb but form fitting enough to show off what he had and his husband didn't call him a ham smuggler for no reason.
'What's with you?' Justin elbowed him.
'Well endowed.'
'Yeah, I am.'
'I was speaking of-' Words cut off painfully when Justin hopped over his body, elbowed him in the side and possibly but doubtful that it was accidental, stepped right on his 'endowment'.
And came to a charming, adorable sliding halt at the pair of females who went from checking out the UK to focusing on the SA.
'Ladies.' Justin grinned and more giggles and smiles erupted.
No smile from Wade, not this entire blasted stupid tour.
He longed for Australia.
Missed his children, missed his idiot, wondered if Drew was pissed or depressed at being dumped from BOTH cards, a spit in the face of such misused talent, poor guy.
The giggling that once pleased him now angered him.
This was indeed Were's world and he hated every bit of it.
