“So, how long do I have?” he asked.
Gene looked at his watch.
“I left the office ten minutes ago, give or take. I’d say the call will be coming in shortly once he regroups. Likely it’s going to be to you. She’s being recalled. So, you have until that call comes in. Oh, and don’t fuck her!”
He snorted.
“I’m not going to fall into that bear trap. I haven’t slept with her for a while.”
Gene got serious.
“You fucking succumbed before Ethan and I went to Puerto Rico. That was less than a week ago. Greyson, don’t rage fuck the traitor! Confront her in the office and don’t take your pants off!”
He didn’t plan on it.
“That was before I knew what a piece of shit she is, and we figured out her identity. I’m going to out her as soon as I get off the phone with you, and then, I’m going to get a beer to celebrate making her cry. I might punch her in the face.”
Gene parked at the airport.
“You absolutely won’t do that.”
Yeah, likely not, unless she hit him first. Then, it was anyone’s guess.
Still, he was allowed to have that fantasy, right? In it, he dropped her into a tank of sharks, too.
“Do I have to sic Alice on you?” Gene asked. “Because I owe you one for that move.”
He was all chuckles over that.
“Well, it worked. As for falling down that rotten rabbit hole, no, I won’t sleep with her. Scout’s honor,” he said.
Uh, only now, he had to ask.
“Were you a Boy Scout?” he asked.
Damn.
It was a tough crowd today.
Fortunately for the Scouts, he wasn’t.
“Sniper’s honor.”
That made Gene laugh.
How could it not?
“Just don’t be stupid. We’re almost free of her. Have your fun breaking her, but just don’t sleep with her. Okay? You don’t need that baggage. The kid might be born with her honor, and your face.”
That was amusing.
Oh, there was no way he was doing that snake, ever again.
Bet.
On.
It.
