Page 91 of Wicked Little Game
“Can you switch the colors?” he asks, pointing to the various lights in the driveway.
“Mhm.”
“Nice. Hey, would you mind showing us the house?”
I nod, trying to stop letting myself fall down further into this dark hole. I show them room after room and each time I start slipping again, Max says or does something to distract me, making me laugh until I’m no longer close to tears.
Logan doesn’t talk as much as him, but when he does, it’s mostly to scold Max.
I like him. I like them both, not like I like Samuel, but in a way that makes me think it would be nice to see them more often. I don’t believe Samuel would like it, though. It would be weird to be friends with his colleagues after all of this is over.
Somehow, we end up on the couch like kids at a sleepover. We order pizza, way too much probably, and then Max pulls out his phone.
“So, about the texts I promised to show you—”
Logan tries to yank the phone out of Max's hand, his icy blue eyes looking like the ocean on a stormy day. Samuel will rip his head clean off after he’s done with Max. Max just doesn’t give a single shit about it.
He shoves the phone in my hand before Logan has a chance to grab it. Logan dismissively shakes his head as he looks at me before punching Max's shoulder.
“Fucking moron. Don’t think I’ll forget that.” He glares at Max one last time before he puts on a friendly smile again. I bet Logan would agree with my de-escalation methods.
When Max is done rubbing over his shoulder, I hand him his phone again and he goes through the messages.
She’s so annoying
Rockwell should have sent you
You’d like her, she’s even more annoying than you
Those were from the first week. I can’t blame him. Especially in the first few days, I really was a bit of a pain in the ass.
Max skips a few messages that are about mission-related stuff. I don’t want to see them and he’s clever enough to understand it without me having to say something. I don’t want to see anything to do with my father’s name tonight. Or tomorrow. I’ll have to take care of all this shit soon enough.
I’m repenting all my sins here
Fucking answer me Max
Max
MAX
Am I dead
Is this hell
Sorry, was out with Logan
What did she do this time
We’re shopping
Stop being a big baby, LT
I chuckle as I think back to the day we went shopping. That was really fun, a shame that we probably won’t do it again.
“How did you guys meet? Samuel didn’t tell me much about work.”
“Sam was a part of the task force before there was one, to be honest. Logan was recruited from a looney bin and I came last. Saved the best for last,” Max says with a grin.
