Page 39 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
What the hell’s that supposed to mean?
Otto
Means it sounds like our pretty boy is fucked.
Kane
Selfie please. Gonna need to see those heart eyes you’re so clearly sporting.
Heart eyes? What the fuck? Guess I had it coming for giving Kane shit when he saw Emery that first night at his bar.
Me
Eat rocks. Every one of you. There are no fucking heart eyes.
Otto
Oh, I much prefer to eat something else. Something juicy and tasty and ripe.
Dude followed it up with an entire screen of winky faces.
River
I will kill you.
Chuckling, I shook my head, then pushed it a little further.
Me
So, are we good with this? Them staying?
River
And what happens if we need it?
We didn’t have anyone new in the pipeline, but that didn’t mean we wouldn’t get called in for an emergency extraction.
Me
Then I make other arrangements.
Otto
Arrangements to get her directly into your bed?
Me
Fuck you, man. She has a kid.
And they knew me well enough to know I sure as hell wouldn’t be messing with someone like that. A mother was so out of bounds, we didn’t exist in the same stratosphere.
I kept my interludes simple and detached.
Surface level.
Skin to skin.
In a place where lust and guilt couldn’t meet.
