Page 22 of The Genius
Storm handed me a beer and a turkey leg. “I wish we had better seats,” he complained. “I bet Tristan could have gotten us backstage passes with his connections.”
“Did you ask him?” Hunter, who was one of Storms best friends, asked.
“Yeah, but he never got back to me. I think he’s still pissed about what happened when I married Gennie.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked and ripped off a piece of the turkey meat with my teeth.
Storm swallowed a mouthful of beer and shook his head. “I was an ass to Tristan and my other friends. Completely forgot about them and just wanted to be with Gennie.”
“Yeah, you were an ass,” Hunter agreed. “I figured you were scared that she would like us better than you.”
“It crossed my mind.” Storm leaned back in his seat, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. “I mean, she sure as hell never liked me much.”
“Did you meet her?” I asked Hunter.
“Uh-huh.”
“And what did you think?”
Hunter looked away, taking a long sip of his beer.
“I take it you’re not a Gennie fan either?”
“Nope. Not a fan.”
“You’re not going to get any trash talk from Hunter,” Storm said. “But I have no problem saying that Gennie is a bitch.”
Hunter looked away.
“I know she came on to you.” Storm was looking at Hunter. “Tristan told me what happened between you and Gennie.”
Because of the bright sun, Hunter’s pupils were small when he met Storm’s eyes. It made the green color of his eyes stand out. “I didn’t touch her.” His tone was serious.
“I never said you did.”
“Are you two even watching the race?” I asked to break the tension.
Storm patted Hunter’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Tristan told me how you turned her down.”
Hunter gave a solemn nod. “I would never touch a married woman.”
“I know. Hey, why don’t you call Tristan? He has to be here somewhere.” Storm looked around the stands. “Do you see him?”
“No, why don’t you call him yourself?”
“Told you – I did, several times, but he’s ignoring me.”
Hunter had updated his wristband to the newest model and judging by how long it took him to maneuver the thing and call Tristan, I figured he wasn’t that familiar with it yet.
“Hey, where are you? What? Speak up, Tristan, I can’t hear you.” Hunter pushed at his small earbud. “Are you at the race?
I could only hear Storm’s part of the conversation as he spoke.
“Yeah, we’re here too. Storm got tickets although they aren’t very good. Row twenty-four, in the yellow section. Where are you?” Hunter turned around. “Fuck it! I knew you had better tickets. I bet you can see the pilots when they fly by and all.”
Storm pushed Hunter on the shoulder. “Ask Tristan if he can get us in backstage after the race. I want to see his drone up close.”
Hunter delivered the request and nodded. “Got it. Okay, see you there.”
