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“I can set you up,” Jazzy offered.
“A blind date?” At that moment it didn’t sound like the worst idea. “Kristoff has told me that he and I will never happen.”
“That’s deep,” Tommie said, looking totally drunk.
“Yep, I am so going to set you up.”
“Whoever you chose would probably have to go through extensive background checks first.” Ironically, the Bratva was very keen on not letting me have contact with any other criminals. “In case he turns out to be a bad guy,” I explained, so my new friends got what I meant.
“Ah, bad boys,” Tommie drawled. “I dated a bad boy or two myself. They’re usually great in the sack and so much fun to have around.”
Jazzy patted him on the back. “Not all of them. Remember that hustler from Reno?”
Tommie’s eyes lit up. “Patrick. He had such an innocent face. I couldn’t believe it when that bounty hunter broke into my house and dragged him away in cuffs. He said he’d call, but he never did.”
“You wanted to date a guy in prison?” I asked, confused.
“Oh no, I meant the bounty hunter. The way he handled those cuffs, it seemed very promising.”
I giggled at the besotted expression on his face. “Wow. Sounds like the worst date ever.”
Both Jazzy and Mary groaned. Tommie glared at them.
“Tip of the iceberg,” he said. “Just the freaking tip.”
I shrugged. “At least you’ve been on dates.”
Jazzy gave me a look. “The grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence. That convict? He’s not even in Tommie’s top three worst dates.”
“Sadly, no,” Tommie admitted. “I’m like a bad-men magnet.”
Mary tapped her lips. “I think the guy who blasted Mariachi music at three o’clock in the morning would make the top three. What was up with that?”
“Oh, I forgot about him,” Jazzy said with a gasp.
Tommie gave his friends a nasty look. “Why do I feel like you’re having too much fun with this?”
“Or that pimp. Remember that weekend when you were away, and he turned your house into a brothel?”
Tommie groaned. “To this day, I still find discarded condoms in nooks and crannies.”
I blinked. “That sounds…”
“Disgusting? Revolting?” he offered.
Fun. Every embarrassing story Tommie told sounded like fun, because he had people to share his stories with. And now I was one of them.
14
KRISTOFF
I found myself in a car and on my way to Flux.
Not really being with you is not living. It’s just existing.
Her words kept ringing in my head, like an earworm I couldn’t get rid of.
She didn’t know what she was asking for. She had no clue about my craving for control. My craving for hoarding my treasure. If I ever had her, I would never let her go. And that was a problem. Even if I hadn’t made my oath to Sokolov, we could never be together. Some things were just not meant to be.
