Easier to keep us at opposites ends of the ocean when none of that info is available.
“However, had I known you were…involved with…an…associate of mine,” he cuts Garcia a minor glance, “I would have simply asked him to convey the message.”
Garcia gives his collar a slightly awkward tug.
“Congratulations on the historical find,” Dad continues without waiting for additional commentary.“You deserve the accolades.You have more than earned them.And if it’s possible…in the future…I would love to have dinner with you and hear more about them or about…anything else you would like to share.”
My lips momentarily press together in new realms of disbelief.
Huh.
This is…unexpected.
Even more unexpected than actually finding a treasure historians were pretty sure didn’t actually exist.
Too bad I knew what to do with that.
I’m not so sure what to do withthis.
No, we haven’t had the best relationship – or really any real relationship – since Mom died, but maybe we could?
Maybe we should try?
I mean…I let myself become anchored to Garcia and Zero.
Maybe I could let myself forgive the old man too?
“I’ll have Garcia get in touch,” leaves my lips before I can overthink anything else.
“Soon,” my oldest boyfriend adds to ensure this doesn’t become the brush off it could.
“End of the next business week,” Zero cheekily adds to the conversation, anxious to be involved.
“I look forward to it,” Dad politely states and nods his dismissal.
It takes a little longer than expected for us to be huddled in the tent alone; however, once we are, Garcia asks, “You sure you’re ready to take that step?”
“No.”Leaning into their joint hold is effortless.“But I wasn’t ready to fall for the two of you and look at me now…”
Zero leans over to press his lips gently to my cheek.“You look perfect, baby.”
“And you’ll look even more perfect riding our cocks…” Garcia wolfishly declares, open palm sliding down to cup my ass.“Soon.”
“Definitely before the end of the next business day,” cheekily jokes our boyfriend.
“You’re a hot mess,Nemo,” I playfully scold and swipe away the lost cocktail sauce.“But clearly, so am I.”
“The hottest of messes,” Garcia hungrily announces.“And we love you for it.”
Epilogue (3)
The Week Before Christmas…
Zero
I hate Zoos.
Alright.
