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"How long have you been back?'
"Not quite a year," I reply.
"Oh, that's right, your sister has a kid now, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Zoe has a son," I confirm.
"Are you doing anything now?" Gavin surprises me by asking.
"I've got some work to finish."
"Can you do it later?" Gavin gives me a wide, pleading smile.
"Uncle Gav," Charlie is whining by his side.
"Charlie, hang tight.
Miss Smith," he pauses, "it's still Miss, right?" Gavin asks, brows lifting in maybe hope.
"Yes," I answer.
"Miss Smith and I are old friends. I need just a few more minutes, and then we'll go kill zombies, okay?"
"Fine," Charlie huffs and drops his backpack on the floor.
"It's great seeing you, Gavin, but go ahead. Maybe we'll catch up some time," I say just to try to persuade him to go ahead and leave.
"Nah, we can do better than that," Gavin insists.
"I do need to get to work."
"Give me your number, and we'll set something up," Gavin gets his cell out of his pocket and uses his finger to open the screen. "Put your number in here."
I don't immediately take his phone and ask, "are you a Grim Saint?"
"Hell no," Gavin frowns.
I feel a little silly for assuming, but he hasn't turned around since coming through the door, so I'm not sure what's on his back. He must guess what I think because he immediately turns around. I'm shocked by the Havoc Ryders written in red with a black skull sitting in the middle. When Gavin turns around, he sees how wide my eyes must look because he continues to frown.
"So, about that number?" he doesn't seem deterred.
I go ahead and take his cell and enter my contact information.
I hand him back his phone, and his fingers graze my own, "I'm going to call you, Willow."
"Okay," I say in response as Charlie and Gavin head out the reception doors.
I don't know how to feel about seeing Gavin again after all these years. He didn't want me to go to New York, and when I left, I didn't keep in touch. I didn't want to play with his emotions because I was ready to move on. Maybe he sincerely just wanted to see an old friend. I wanted to kick myself for thinking of Ares when I saw the Havoc Ryders cut. I shake my head to try to clear it from thoughts of Ares physically. One encounter together didn't mean anything, and I could be friends with who I wanted.
Shit, it wasn't like I was friends with Jamison Walker. The asshole didn't do friends, as far as I could tell.
"I need to get a life," I say to the room as I shut down the reception computer.
