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“I just got off the phone with Connor.”
Fuck.I figured, but it still dick-kicks me. My boss has been looped in on whatever Papa Cobalt is devising this morning. Akara is in charge of Omega. He runs Omega. But I never wanted this to extend to security. I want this to be ame and Loren Halething.
It’s better that way. Keep it small. Confined.
Private.
I walk slowly back to the kitchen cupboards. “What’d he want?” As soon as I ask, a six-foot-seven Moretti arrives. Toothpick between his lips, gray sweatpants low on his waist, he whispers to Akara.
That’s Banks.
For me, it’s too easy to tell the Moretti brothers apart, especially with how Akara unwinds more around Banks, and those two interact like they share a secret world.
They do share a wife, and I suppose they share each other too. I think they’re lucky to have found love that’s worth pushing through all havoc.
Love that endures together is the toughest love. The strongest.
I want that.
I want love that survives with me. ‘Cause I know I’m gonna survive in the end. No matter what.
Akara whispers back to Banks, and I wonder if I can sneak out. But if Akara is leaving for the Cobalt Estate with me, then what’s the point? I could make small talk. Ask how Kicking It With Kitsulletti workouts are going at Studio 9. They’ve been filming with Sulli for their fitness app.
I could ask when they plan to make the big “we’re married and expecting” announcement so I can finally share the love on Twitter.
I could say a lot, but the way Banks is eyeing me, up and down, stops me from opening my mouth.
He bites on the toothpick. “You going to see Connor Cobalt like that?”
Like a million bucks?I look classy.
I’m wearing a black band tee and ripped jeans. I even put on a watch. “Papa Cobalt hates AC/DC or what?” I ask.
Akara tells Banks, “I haven’t told him about the call yet.”
“He looks fine.” Thatcher has arrived, dressed in his Sunday best: charcoal button-down, black slacks. It’s the fall. He should be popping out the flannels.
“All your flannels in the wash?” I quip, my pulse on another ascent.
He can’t come with me too.I don’t even want my boss as a tagalong, really.
Thatcher curls a strand of longish hair behind his ear, just so he can fit in the comms piece. “I’m going to the Cobalt Estate with you.”
No.
“Again, I haven’t told him what’s going on,” Akara says, checking the time on his watch. “We need to head out. Where’s Farrow?”
Farrow?
Like demon magic, my best friend suddenly appears. He’s wearing his usual black V-neck tucked into belted black pants. His hair is cut short, and the color is ash brown, his natural hue. The dyed strands were fried, so he’s starting anew.
Shouldn’t be fixated on his hair, but I’m not too happy right now. It’s the only thing cooling me down.
“Connor is going over the strategy for this afternoon,” Akara starts explaining to me.
I’m looking between the four of them across the kitchen. “For this afternoon?” How much do they actually know?
“You’re meeting with your dad,” Akara says.
