Page 41 of Remade

“Um, yeah,” I answered absently.

I frowned as Bo spotted me, and that seemed to confuse him.

A few more feet, and then we were there.

“This is not a short stroll,” I told him. “You were supposed to use your chair.”

He put his arm around me. “The chair and I had an argument.”

Uh-huh. Doc was right. Way too fucking stubborn.

“How are you?” He smiled down at me.

“Not as nervous now as I was ten minutes ago,” I admitted. Realizing Gray, James, and Darius were watching me, I decided to run introductions. Although, Darius and Bo clearly knew each other already. “So, this is Operator Beckett. Or Bo. He used to be my instructor, but then I convinced him to date me instead.”

James was first to extend his hand. “Nice to meet you. What kind of trainin’ do recruits need to become delivery guys at this place?”

Oh shit!

“Logistics coordinator,” Ryan corrected, exchanging a look with Bo.

“Nice to meet you too, sir.” Bo used his good hand to greet James. “Well, to make a long story short, it’s mostly about knowing your vehicles, learning the basics of mechanics, putting together an operator’s itinerary, arranging for layovers and whatnot, and studying various destinations. Our drivers need to get from point A to point B without traffic causing delays and so on. Which—if you’re in charge of getting eight operators to the airport in fifteen minutes—ain’t easy. But don’t let the cuts andbruises on his pretty face worry ya. He’s doing the same drills as many of our regular recruits.”

Holy shit. He just pulled that out of his ass like that?

James seemed appeased by the response, and I let out a breath of relief.

I caught Darius smiling faintly to himself, then walking over to the huge sectional couch to have a seat.

He’d lied like that to his folks too, hadn’t he? He probably had an arsenal of quick replies.

Come to think of it, so did Bo. He’d pulled a fast one on his own mom before they were off to visit his sister’s family in San Diego.

The next one I happened to lock eyes with was Ethan, and judging by his smirk, he didn’t buy the same lies James and Mary did. But that would be because of me and my lack of a poker face, not from anything Bo had said.

I had to work on that.

“But you don’t work in logistics,” James stated.

“Correct, sir,” Bo replied.

James grunted noncommittally, and on his way over to Darius and Gray, he muttered about “Damn kids riskin’ their lives.”

I smiled sheepishly.

Bo chuckled under his breath. “First time I’ve been called kid since my old man died.”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s get you to the couch, pup,” I retorted.

No lie, this was too much for him. He couldn’t hide that he was leaning on me for support.

The cafeteria lady had brought up way more than coffee. There was water, milk, sugar, cream, a few sodas, and cookies too.

Having something to do with my fingers helped, so I prepared one cup for Bo and then one for me.

“Uh, how many sugars was that?” Ryan asked me.

“The perfect amount.” I took a sip of my coffee and nodded in approval. “They have real cream here. It makes me happy.”

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