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Chapter 9
SEBASTIAN looked over at Clint.
“I think I’m going ask her to move in with me. Check.”
Clint blew out a breath and made his next chess move, putting himself closer to losing the match. Sebastian chuckled as Clint kept his hand on the piece and rethought the play. He whistled in surprise at Sebastian’s announcement. “Ask who? Lexxi Rock?”
He nodded. “What do you think?”
The television played quietly in the background. Clint’s cozy living room offered a break from being home all the time, especially since Alexandra was back in Los Angeles again. Beth was in the kitchen cooking dinner. It was getting close to five o’clock in the evening, far later than they usually hung out. If Sebastian weren’t there, the happy couple would probably be sitting down to start dinner right now. Clint didn’t mention it, and he didn’t seem ready for Sebastian to leave when they started their third game of chess. It had been a long day.
“What the heck do you think I think? It’s a great idea. Make sure you remember an invite whenever the wedding comes around. When are you going to ask her?”
“I’m not sure yet. Probably when she comes into town again.”
“Make sure you wear something nice. You have to smell good for something that big. Oh, and comb your hair…or gel it down or something.”
“I got it under control.”
“Not that hair, you don’t. What did that barber think he was doing this last time?” He looked up at the front of Sebastian’s head. “Maybe he forgot that part. That thing’s long enough to put in its own man-bun.”
“No it’s not. I haven’t been to the barber for a couple of weeks.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Hey, even coming over here means arranging with my aunt to give me a lift. Doc wants me to wait one more week before I start driving again.”
“See, that’s messed up. You’re fine to drive, if you ask me.”
“One more week of following orders.”
“Yeah whatever…So, what’s up with your physical therapy sessions? Does that end in a week too?” Clint asked after a while.
“Roughly.”
“And the fit test, when is that?”
“The week after that.”
“Damn. I hope you make it, bud.”
“You and me both. This Kennedy chick is a pain to work with.”
“She’s still on your ass for a date, isn’t she?”
Sebastian nodded. “What’s up with that anyway?”
“Don’t ask me. She got a taste of the Bash and now she wants another one. Didn’t you hear that line?” He grinned. “Once you go Bash, you’ll only come back.”
“Cut it out. This is serious,” Bash admonished, although he was starting to laugh himself. “Let’s drop it. I don’t even remember what she was like. I just want the sessions to be over and done with so I don’t have to see her again.”
He kept right on chuckling. “With your track record, she’ll be at your door any day now…or night, I should say.”
“Maybe I should move.”
“Or put up a sign. The love shack is closed, effective immediately. Hey, you could even put a few numbers up on there, to refer them along. Nate’s, for starters.”
“Not gonna happen. You know we don’t recycle women. It’s the firefighter’s code. Anyhow, let’s drop it.”
