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Not the ones reminding me he’s had her in ways I haven’t.
That he’s done to her things I’ve only fantasized about.
Most likely willonlyget to fantasize about.
When flying through the first magazine isn’t cathartic enough, I nimbly reload with a quick swap, tap, and tug to unload the fresh ammo into the same object, obliterating whatever pieces of it have the balls to still be standing.
This time after checking to make sure the gun is empty, I toss him a taunting grin. “Like that target down there, your romance with Arley isdead and done, Seventeen.”
My boss flashes me an equally obnoxious smirk at the same time he steps forward. “And like that target down there, your romance with Arleyisn’t real, Wahl.”
Chapter 13
Slater
He’s not right.
It’s just…he isn’t entirely wrong either.
And Ihatethat.
I really fucking hate that.
And I hate that my little brother Kolby – biologically my half-brother – wanted to talk about my fake relationship with my very real best friend in grave detail over tamales and Tex-Mex potato salad post our joint workout session.
He meant well.
I know he did.
He was just doing the bullshit family does, especially when you haven’t seen them in a while.
And it was good to get to see him.
And spend time with him.
And I love the fact he got traded from Vegas to Dalvegan because that means we can possibly spend more time together, something we didn’t exactly get much of growing up.
It’s kind of what happens when your parents split over the pressure of a lost child and your father decides to move forward with his life.
Not that I resent him for that shit.
I mean he may have decided to continue living, but he never stopped paying people to find me.
In my book?
That counts for a lot.
Some people give up on their children.
Lose hope.
Stop searching.
I consider myself one of the fortunate ones.
And when you add in the fact that he, ma, and my stepmomNatasia all did whatever it took to co-parent a healthy existence for me upon my return home, I consider myself one of theextremelyfortunate ones.
Slamming the door behind me is so absentmindedly done that it doesn’t even register that’s what happened until Blu playfully bitches, “I amnothelping you put a new one of those on because you Wyatt Earped your ass in here like we’re about to have a final showdown at sunset you forgot to tell me about.”
