She nodded thoughtfully.“You know what...”She pointed at him.“You’re right.”
Laughter spread around the table.
Twister looked hard at Wheels, then at me.
Neither of us said anything.
Finally, I cleared my throat.“Uh...”I looked between them.“I hope this is okay.”
Twister didn’t answer immediately.He tipped his head to one side before finally shrugging.“The only people who have to be okay with it are you two.”
Relief washed over me.
He leaned back in his chair.“If anything...”His eyes settled on Wheels.“...he’ll do a hell of a lot better keeping you safe now.”
“I was already doing a pretty damn good job,” Wheels muttered.
Twister smirked.“I’m sure you were.”
Nugget snapped his fingers.“I knew something was different.”
Plug looked over.“You did not.”
“I absolutely did.”
“You asked me earlier if Wheels was constipated because he kept smiling.”
Nugget pointed at him.“Exactly.”
Plug blinked.“That isn’t the same thing.”
“It kinda is.”
“It absolutely isn’t.”
Hodge rubbed both hands down his face.“I lose brain cells every time you two talk.”
“Not possible,” Nugget replied.“You need those to lose ‘em.”
Before Hodge could answer, Podge stepped out the clubhouse door carrying a bottle of water.He looked around the group.“What’d I miss?”
Tempi grinned.“We just told everybody Wheels and Goldie have a thing.”
Podge looked at us.“Oh.”He shrugged.“I thought everybody already knew.”
I blinked.“You did?”
He frowned.“I mean...”He looked genuinely confused.“...you stare at each other a lot.”
Several of us laughed.
Hodge pointed at Podge.
“Bro, you may have book smarts, but there is no way you clocked those two being anything.”
Podge frowned.
Tempi looked from one to the other, then back again.
