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For one very long moment, Harry considered leaving his shirt off.
Then he came to his senses and sat down to eat his dinner with his shirt very much on. Asher came back out a few minutes later, wearing only his jeans, and he took one look at Harry and sighed. “I ask you for one thing.”
Harry laughed and took another bite. “Tell me what your friend Four said.”
“About what?”
“Whatever you asked him.”
Asher glanced his way but didn’t reply for a while. He sat on the floor, pulled his duffle bag over, took out the Compact Rifle he’d pulled out in Algiers earlier today, and he began to clean it.
Harry sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, his legs outstretched, and he watched Asher do his thing. First that gun, then the next, then the next.
He handled those weapons like a well-versed lover.
It was hot.
“See something you like?”
Harry must have been watching a little too intently. He shrugged without shame. “You’re good with your hands.”
Asher chuckled, surprised. “You know I am. When I held your head and fucked your mouth.”
“Wasn’t really your hands I was concentrating on.”
“Want a repeat?”
Harry acted like he was considering it. “I’m undecided.”
Asher kept cleaning his rifle. This was a MAC 50, a nice weapon. “That wasn’t a no.”
Harry nodded to the gun. “Is that one your favourite? What did you call it before? Your friend?”
“It is, yes. Never let me down yet. There are few people in this world we can say that about, yes?”
Harry wasn’t expecting that as an answer, but he nodded. “True.” Harry had no one. He’d thought he had his handler, his boss, his only connection to home.
Now he wasn’t sure he had any of that.
Actually, he was certain he didn’t.
Which meant the number of people in the world that hadn’t let him down was... one.
Asher.
Well, he hadn’t let him down yet. But would he?
Harry wasn’t sure. He hoped not. Harry hadn’t spent this much time with someone in a long time and he was beginning to like Asher—as much as he annoyed him—and the idea of Asher letting him down hurt way more than he was prepared for.
Emotions and feelings always compromised his objectives. Not to mention the liability and the risk.
“I don’t have anyone,” Harry added. “By design. It’s how we were made, right?”
Asher’s gaze cut to Harry, his hands pausing as he reassembled the rifle, and he gave a nod.
“But you have your friend Four,” Harry added.
“I do.”
