Page 9 of Nitro


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“And Spook?”

“Maggie,” he easily said to that anomaly.

“You know I have nothing but brotherly affections for you Mon Frier and wish only to see you…”

“Here we go,” he muttered, prompting more guffaws. “I’m meeting her tomorrow night to propose.”

“Propose? Marriage?”

“The arrangement,” he said. “And to meet her nephew as she requested.”

Bishop had to climb off his bike to pace at this news. “She requested this? When?”

“On the application.”

“How?”

“There was a section at the end asking for their personal reasons for choosing which was where she detailed her reason for entering being to appease her nephew. She offered to pay money if any one of us would go by for his birthday, but that I was his favorite.”

Bishop couldn’t stop the shake in his head, astonished with his computing in all this. “So, you don’t even know if she likes you!”

“Pretty sure shedoesn’tlike me,” he happily said.

“Mon Dieu,” he muttered. “Why can’t you just pick a fucking woman that likes you, and you like, and go all in?”

“Who said I’m not going all in?” he said in exasperation. “Who said you have to take a swan dive from a mile high cliff into the abyss of love? Why can’t I just casually stroll my way on level ground with a cool head?”

“I need popcorn for this one. So, you’re going over there and popping the…marriage arrangement…proposal.”

“Unless you give me a damn good reason I shouldn’t?”

Bishop stopped in his tracks, mentally holding his tongue still.

“Well?”

“I’m thinking.”

“Take your time. But I have to go. Text me your ancient wisdom.”

“Oui,” Bishop conceded, grinning more.

“But don’t worry, I’m not pretending to know everything and will happily accept any and all of your Belle Eveque’s resources. This mission is no different than any other I’ve taken with The Twelve. Excellence and success are the only options I allow for, you know this.”

“I do.”

“I will not stop till it’s done.”

“I know this too.”

“Till it’s done properly and to the most perfect extent I’m capable.”

“Oui, oui,” he said, fighting not to laugh. “Mah Belle Eveque has many relationship manuals you will be interested in, the physical and the emotional stuff.”

“Physical, good. I want all of them,” he said while Bishop almost laughed at his repeat ofphysical. No doubt his analytical mind was on fire with that vague gem.

“You are the giga-chad. I have utmost faith in you.”

“Just remember who started this mess. You did.”

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