Page 36 of Resist
“Josh, sit down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, sweetheart.”
“Better do as she says,” Patsy chimed in.
“What is this… the fucking pussy patrol?” he grumbled and took a seat.
“Do they always fight?” I asked.
Lucas turned his head in my direction, his legs still outstretched, his arms still holding the headrest behind him. “More than most but less than they could.”
I stared at him for a moment, taking in his relaxed demeanour and unexpected intellect. He really was wise beyond his years, and it made him all the more attractive.
“Moving on, we must do. Fresh, new, meat we must seduce and feast upon.”
“Just get on the bus, dickhead.” Brad shoved Noah up the steps.
Noah’s shit-eating grin faltered when his eyes met mine, a docile smile replacing it. “Good morning, Helena.”
“Good morning, Noah.”
Lucas performed a subtle nod of his head. “S’up, Slick?”
“You by the looks of it.” Noah’s eyes dropped to Lucas’s lap, as did mine but only for a split second — my diversion quicker than the speed of light.
“Nothin’ ‘up’ about it, mate.”
“Whatever you say, Dimps.”
Brad paused for a look after Noah continued up the aisle. “Yeah, lay off Wilbur.”
Lucas punched him in the thigh as he passed.
“Hey!” I scolded. “Don’t bruise my merchandise.”
“That won’t bruise. He hits like a pansy.”
Lucas went to punch Brad again, but Brad laughed and bounded up the aisle.
“Who’s Wilbur?” I asked.
“A tool of the trade.”
“What kind of tool?”
“One I don’t like nor need to use.”
Annoyed with his deliberate evasion, I snapped. “Just tell me who Wilbur is.”
“He’s the group’s penis enlarger.”
“Oh.”
Lucas looked directly ahead again, the corners of his mouth quirking.
“Thank you for the explanation.”
“You’re welcome.”
