Page 23 of The Right Wrong Number

Killian:It’s some obscure anniversary date she celebrated with Dicer every year. Something special that was about them.

Cap:I’m at the gym. Bent, just bring her over to my place, and then we’ll take her for tequila shots at that hole-in-the-wall Dicer loved but gives the rest of us heartburn.

Bentley:Oh yeah, okay, cool. I’ll storm in and kidnap her. It’ll be fun.

Killian:Don’t do that. Knock first.

Bentley:You don’t knock during a kidnapping.

Killian:She’s sleeping.

Bentley:Even more hilarious. She’s such a heavy sleeper. She’ll sit up all disoriented, and then I’ll toss her over my shoulder and run down the hall. Hahahahaha. Classic Bentley and Jilly shenanigans.

Killian:Mmmmmm. Don’t do that.

Cap:You can’t tell us how to cheer her up—only when she needs cheering. Stay in your lane, BMX.

Killian:Don’t bust in on her. She’s not wearing any clothes.

Cap:How do you know that? You choose a new mantra today? Woke up and decided to cross those lines?

Bentley:What lines? And what’s a mantra?

Killian:I didn’t cross the line. I blurred them a smidge more. Look, details aren’t important. I’m just asking you to please not bust in on her without warning.

Bentley:Okay. I’ll knock and wait for her to come to the door, clothed, and then I’ll grab and kidnap her for some fun and heartburn.

Killian:Thank you.

Jilly + Killian

Jilly:I’m wasted. And I hear it’s literally all your fault.

Killer:I didn’t want you to keep having a shit-ass day.

Jilly:My shit-ass day ended when you helped facilitate that nice orgasm. But getting drunk on cheap tequila with Cap and Bent was icing on the cake. So thank you.

Killer:You’re welcome, baby.

Jilly:Ooooo. I’m too drunk for you to call me baby. It makes my lady parts tingle when I’m sober. But tequila Jilly? Watch out.

Killer: I’ll keep that in mind.

Jilly:Where are you? Wait, don’t tell me. I wanna track you. Washington DC.

Killer:Yes.

Jilly:Are you lonely?

Killer:Not right now.

Jilly:Do you have people around you? Friends?

Killer:I do. The guys I ride with. They’re competition, but they’re my friends too. My manager comes around every few days, and sponsors are always stopping by. I’m only truly alone at night.

Jilly:When do you come back to Texas?

Killer:A few weeks.

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