Page 187 of Breaking the Rules
"Why are you afraid of intimacy?" Griffin teases.
"'Cause you're not a hot chick with fantastic tits." Wes chuckles. "That would be something—"
"You'd fuck me if I was a chick?" Griffin teases.
"Fuck no. You're too earnest and shit."
"See." Griffin turns to me. "You gotta keep an eye on him. Or he's gonna be numbing himself too."
"I know," I say.
Wes feigns offense. "I'm right here."
"Fucking shit up. As usual." Griffin laughs. He reaches over and musses Wes's hair.
Wes slaps his hands away. Actually frowns as he's fixing it. "Don't fuck with the hair."
"'Cause all the babes here are checking you out?" Griffin asks.
"Fuck yeah." Wes nods to Leighton then to Iris. "I see them looking."
"They're taken," Griffin says.
"Doesn't mean they're dead. You never look when you have someone?" Wes asks.
Griffin nodstrue.
This is fun. Silly.
I hate to ruin the mood.
But I gotta ask. "How is Blacklist?"
Griffin frowns.
Wes shrugs. "Got some troubles, but we'll figure it out."
"It's not your problem, Hunter," Griffin says.
"You guys closing?" I ask.
"Could go that way." Frustration fills Griffin's dark eyes. It spreads over his face. "But, seriously, Hunter. You've got enough shit on your plate. Don't worry—"
"We could hire you," I say.
Surprise spreads over Wes's expression.
And Griffin's.
They share a look.
It's not good.
Fuck, if Wes is readable, it must be bad.
"Hunt…" Griffin's eyes turn down. "I wish I could."
"Yeah." I know where he's going with this, but I let him finish anyway.
