Page 13 of Fly Boy
“Yeah, he does.” Bowie unhelpfully answers for me. “Not that the boss knows. Wy won’t even admit it to himself most days.”
“Gross, dude, isn’t she super young?”
“Twenty-two,” Bowie replies.
“I’m right here, asshole,” I snap, irritation slowly rising to the same level of love I have for my brothers. Usually, I live for these monthly catch-ups, but not today.
“Yeah, but you’re also a secretive bastard, so there’s no wonder you kept that little nugget of information to yourself,” Teddy taunts. “What are you going to do about it?”
“What do you mean? I’m not going to do a thing,” I tell him, my voice serious. Because entertaining doing something over anattraction that would be undoubtedly mind-blowing for a night, but could ultimately fuck up my career, is serious. “I love my job. Mr. Cartwright is a great guy to work for, and I’m not exactly going to quit because Phillipa might single-handedly be the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen. So no, I’m not going to do a damn thing about it.”
Teddy hums to himself. “Yeah, I mean, I get it. You’re old. But you’re notthatold, so I guess if you’re worried about getting it up, and that’s why you won’t do anything, there are pills for that.”
“Hey, I have no problemgetting it up.But were you not listening?I could get fired,” I tell him, but the reminder is for me, too.
Bowie gives me a small smile in understanding, but my much younger brother still doesn’t get it.
“So? That’s what makes it hotter, Wy. Don’t tell me that the whole forbidden, taboo, sneaking-around-with-the-chance-of-getting-caught thing doesn’t get you going?”
“Dude?” Bowie chokes on a laugh. “What the hell?”
Teddy casually lifts a shoulder. “Ana’s got these dirty books where the big mafia bad guy ends up banging the kid of his enemy. Not gonna lie, hot as fuck.”
“And you read them?” I ask.
“Yeah, we haven’t been sleeping great. Y’know me with the stress of the shop, her with the baby apparently being nocturnal. But one chapter later, we’re reenacting all the dirty bits.” He waggles his eyebrows salaciously. “Maybe you can do that with your girl, Wyatt.”
“See what you’ve started?” I ask Bowie, my heart doing a noticeable jump atyour girl.Bowie grins, which pisses me off enough to spill a secret of his, too, taking the heat off me. “Well, Bowie has a crush on his client and wants to fuck him.”
“Wyatt,” Bowie snarls.
Teddy’s eyes widen, but his expression quickly transforms with a wicked smirk. Even in the small image on the phone, I can tell he’s enjoying this far too much.
“Oh, I see how it is. You both keep shit from me now. Who is it?”
“No one,” Bowie growls, and Teddy’s shoulders deflate.
“Man, I hate not living near you guys. I miss out on all the drama,” he says petulantly.
“You’re not missing much, brother,” I reassure him. “But we do miss you.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Bowie agrees. “But I like that our brotherly video call still happens even though I’m no longer in the Amazon.”
“Ten bucks, Wy,” Teddy grins, his melancholy disappearing. “He mentioned the Amazon within the first fifteen minutes of our call.”
We laugh, and Bowie flips us the middle finger.
“Okay, so speaking of your boss who loves you in a not-completely creepy way, have you been anywhere nice lately?” he asks, steering the conversation back to me.
I shake my head. “Same old, same old. I flew him to St. Barths the other day.”
“Lucky fucker, isn’t he.” Teddy snorts. “Any new tattoos?” At least he’s changing the subject to something I can stand.
I pull down the sheets and angle the camera toward my hip, showing them the new ink near the bottom of my ribs. In muted colors sits a vintage Mustang, similar to the one Teddy restored with our dad. “Totally forgot I got this done a couple of months ago.”
“That’s sick. Have you shown Dad yet?” Bowie asks, at the same time Teddy questions, “How many have you got now?”
I shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine. And no, I haven’t shown Dad yet, but I will this weekend when I go for dinner.”
