Page 46 of Opposites (Never) Attract
These guys were going to hate that option. I kind of hated that option. As a trading currency, it had been tainted by grifters since its inception, and the media didn’t help.
And the reality was, the risk was real…unless you were me. I knew the Asian markets. I knew how quickly they moved. I knew how you could push money through multiple channels in a way that could double, sometimes triple an investment.
There was always risk. But with someone who understood the game, it was doable.
It was late now, close to seven in the evening. I just needed to find Harmony, explain that I was working on some theories, and head…home. Where was home, again?
“You’re half McGraw…”
I waited for the anger and hurt to stir again. And it bubbled. Simmered. But I was too physically tired to give it much energy. The early flight out from New York, the time change, the soul-crushing family news.
The orgasms.
All of it had drained me.
“Hello?” I repeated.
Hoooooooonk!
Startled, I jumped and turned to see a three foot white goose waddling toward me. It lifted one wing, the other was in a sling contraption.
“What the…?”
It kept coming for me and I jumped sideways, trying to put the couch between me and the charging goose, but it just kept coming. And honking. And flapping its one wing.
“What the hell?” I breathed, circling the couch. “I’m a friend,” I told it, hoping that understanding English might have come with that sling. It honked at me like I’d insulted its mother.
“Friend!” I shouted.
A black and white herding dog came running down the stairs from the second floor and stood under the big antler chandelier. The war goose detoured to the dog, who barked once in ferocious warning at the wall.
The goose waddled into position between me and the dog, as if to have the dog’s back.
“I’m not the enemy here, guys.”
They made more noise than the alarm system in my apartment. Honking and barking. Barking and honking.
“Great,” I muttered to myself. “Even the animals don’t like me.”
“That’s not true!” Harmony bounced down the steps, her red braids trailing behind her. “Jenny and Bruce just need time to get used to strangers.”
“Jenny and Bruce?”
“Jenny is the blind dog, Bruce is her emotional support goose.”
“Of course she is.”
Harmony settled her…pets, who slunk off to beds in front of the cold fireplace. The dog barked one more time in the wrong direction, and the goose eyed me like he knew I was up to no good.
“Not…not that you’re a stranger,” she said. “You’re just…”
“A stranger,” I said.
“New,” she countered.
I wondered how desperate it would seem if I showed up at Tag’s home and asked him if I could sleep with him.
I didn’t need any more orgasms, I just wanted to…rest. In a quiet place. A place where I wasn’t a stranger, or a place that wasn’t loaded with a thousand secrets and hurt feelings. I knew by looking at Harmony she wanted to talk about everything that had happened, and I…didn’t.
