Page 240 of Breaking the Rules
"I know it's a fucking needle. This is my job too. Jesus." He uses his free hand to brush the dust from his jeans. "Why am I surrounded by know it alls? God, it's only gonna get worse working here."
"Been thinking—"
"Never a good idea."
"Can't help it."
"This about rehab again?"
"It's basically two months to turn over your mistakes."
"Fuck, you know how bad I want to shudder right now?"
I laugh. "Yeah." I move onto the third word.
Wes mutters a curse.
"Take a deep breath."
"I hate to break it to you, Hunter, but you're not a lithe chick with a yoga ass."
"Fuck. Really?" I make a show of reaching for my ass. "Feels pretty firm."
His nose scrunches in distaste. "Not gonna listen to your advice on how to breathe."
"But you go to yoga classes?"
"Well…"
I laugh. Has my little brother always been this girl crazy? "What was her name?"
"Claire and she was hot. And, fuck, that sweet voice. I could listen to her say anything."
"How about 'Wes Keating is a pig'?"
"I heard that." He laughs. "Around—"
"Date three?"
"I tried to tell her I don't do commitment."
"Uh-huh."
"All right, maybe it slipped my mind. But I thought she—"
"You're an asshole."
"Yeah, but I'm here." He sighs as I pick up the gun. Curses as I move onto the next word.
"Halfway done."
"Really?"
"With the words."
He nods like he doesn't mind the pain. "Been thinking about being here."
Me too.
