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She looks at both of us, seeming to come to a decision.
“Okay then.”
She gets up and pours all three of us our own scotch.
“Cheers?” she smiles at us.
“Cheers!” we all say in unison.
The atmosphere between the three of us feels different, lighter. It feels like everything is out in the open, and there are no more secrets.
Now, normally if I was into someone and then a little while into it, I found out that they had been lying about who they were and were pretending to be someone else-? I would immediately run the other way. Whether it was for the FBI, or they were just a messed-up person. But for some reason, with Becky, it just makes me like her even more and have a whole new level of appreciation for her.
I already thought highly of her, but this just changes everything. This girl really is a fucking goddess.
I’m not sure if Peter feels the same way I do right now, and I can’t lie and say part of me wishes this were a deal breaker for him. But knowing that we are now going to have to work together on this if we want to keep Becky- sort of makes me hate him a little less?
Regardless, I’m happy that Becky came clean and that this was the result. I didn’t want to have to lose her. And with the way this is going so far, I don’t think I will.
There is one thing weighing on my mind though, and that’s how much I’m actually starting to care for this woman. I mean how long can this three-way relationship thing that we’re doing last if I’m enemies with the third person involved?
It’s a pretty messy situation, and I’m trying to only think about the present and not get too ahead of myself- but that’s easier said than done.
We finish up our drinks and spend the next hour relaxing together before going our separate ways.
Becky still refuses to tell us anything more about the case because she’s still nervous about the whole thing and says she’ll have to consult her bosses about that first. Makes me wonder what the hell I’m getting myself into by being involved with this Max guy. How dark is this stuff he’s doing?
It kills that Becky won’t tell, because now my imagination is running completely wild. I’m imagining all sorts of different things. Human trafficking, drug trafficking, embezzlement, gang related stuff, who fucking knows. Each new scenario my brain comes up with makes me feel that much more nervous.
But at the end of my spiral, I have to remind myself that I trust Becky. I truly do. And I’m going to just have to lean on that during these next few days.
