Page 45 of Infected By Virus

“A little because I can’t see her every day, but she said if I close my eyes and wish for her, she’ll come even if I can’t see her.” Adam’s words choked him up a little. Then it hit him maybe Adam didn’t fully grasp the concept of death and permanence. But did he need to right now?

He seemed perfectly content with his perception of things, who was Virus to steal that comfort from him with harsh truths.

Nana returned with a plate of pancakes all cut up and an apple juice for Adam. “And … fruit as ordered,” she declared as she set a bowl with cut grapes and melon next to the pancake Adam was already stuffing into his mouth.

“Yours is coming up right away. As always, holler if you need anything.”

Virus got lost watching his son eat with enthusiasm when a voice interrupted his observation.

“Hey little man, how you doin’?”

His son squealed. “Uncle Barks.” He watched as his son fist bumped a man with a very familiar face. One he hadn’t seen in years.

“Darrin,” he said tightly.

Virus could tolerate a lot, but his ex-best friend having an apparent relationship with his son wasn’t fucking one of them.

“What the fuck do you want?” Virus winced when he failed to control his language. Barker crossed his arms over his chest.

“I am saying hello to my favorite nephew, ain’t that right, Adam?” he proclaimed smugly, then he sat next to Adam.

Adam nodded.

“He’s not your anything, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak to my son.” Virus did his best to keep his voice low as Adam was paying more attention to his pancakes than their conversation. The last thing he needed or wanted was for Adam to see him being mean to someone he apparently liked.

“Well, his aunt is something to me, so that makes him something.” The bastard hadn’t changed one fucking bit. Still trying to get with Rae. She’d been clueless back then and was apparently still blind when it came to Barker. A major wedge between them back then was sitting there smirking.

Before the words left his mouth, Virus knew he shouldn’t have said them, but his fucking filter was stuck open. “Is that so? She didn’t mention you when I had her on her back all night.”

Why? Why did he say it? He wanted to take it back. It was disrespectful and a violation of their relationship, but he let that fucker get under his skin, as always. Some things never change.

Barker’s face was red as fuck. He looked ready to explode. “Just because you fucked her doesn’t make her yours. It never did.”

Virus was one point two seconds from punching the fucker in the nose when a plate appeared in front of him.

When he looked up, there was a pretty young woman with her tits spilling from her top. She looked vaguely familiar, but he didn’t bother giving it much thought until she practically squealed when he murmured his thanks.

“Oh my god, Virus?” She scooted into the booth next to him before he could protest. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

That makes two of us, he thought, as he couldn’t remember seeing her in the first place. But Barker seemed to hang on every word. Virus wanted to punch that smug look off his face.

She pouted and wrapped her arms around his bicep as he lifted his sandwich toward his mouth. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

The whiny, nasally voice was starting to tickle a foggy memory from the back of his head, but he didn’t admit to it either way.

“Carrie. We spent an amazing night together last summer.” When he didn’t acknowledge her one way or another, she practically rubbed her tits against him and lowered her voice. “I did that thing with my tongue that you loved? You said no one did it quite like me?”

Choking on the bite he’d just taken. He placed the sandwich back on the plate, then slapped his chest until he managed to swallow the bite.

Yep, he remembered her now. Fuck, he did remember her. Hard to forget who tossed your fucking salad in the alleyway behind a bar before she dragged your drunk ass back to her place and did more than that all night.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. If he’d known she worked at one of their regular spots, he wouldn’t have touched her, no matter how drunk he was.

You don’t shit where you eat, so to speak. Not to mention, Nana would give him the business for it when she found out.

Plus, Adam’s eyes were pinging back and forth between himself and Carrie while he continued eating. He remembered Hook saying that kids made the best spies because they don’t miss a thing, and in June’s case, blurts it out to the exact wrong person at the wrong time. Not to mention fucking Barker was eating the shit up with a spoon.

When she snaked her arm around him to stroke his opposite shoulder, he shifted farther down the booth and Carrie followed. He was pinned against the wall, and she was practically sitting in his fucking lap.

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