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Instantly, Tyler and Scott shielded him with their capes. Eddie squirmed around in his lycra prison until he reached his phone that he’d tucked in the side of his boxers.
By the time he got himself together again, they’d rung off. He fiddled with his phone until he saw the missed call.
Billy Webster
His heart skipped a beat.
“I’ve got to take this,” Eddie said. “I’ll catch you up.”
“If all that’s left of us are shreds of hideous lycra, run,” Scott said, “save yourself.”
Eddie walked over to the window. He dialled.
“Hello.”
“Billy? It’s Eddie. Sorry I missed you. Couldn’t get to my phone in time.”
“Oh, no worries.” Billy cleared his throat. “I hope you weren’t in the middle of something.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Eddie replied. “What can I do for you?”
“About the offer. Would it still be open?”
You bet your sweet ass it is.
“Of course.”
“Then we’d like to take it.”
Eddie had prepared himself to play hardball. Were they really going to take it?
“That’s wonderful news. Listen, I can’t really talk now. How about I call you tomorrow to go through the details?”
“Yes, that’s fine. Thank you, Eddie.”
“No, thank you, Billy.”
Eddie terminated the call.
Thank you very much.
With a spring in his step, he sauntered into the main hall. Not only would he get the twenty percent, he also had an excuse to see Billy again. Something he found he was pretty damned excited about.
EIGHT
BILLY
An email appeared in his inbox. Billy scanned the text and let out a whoop.
“What?” Harry asked, panting.
That morning, he had arrived with some weights and a skipping rope. He’d reasoned if Billy wanted him to spend more time there, Harry could kill two birds with one stone. Something Billy had reluctantly agreed on. He had to keep reminding himself that at last Harry was making some effort.
He also secretly liked being with his brother again. It had been too long.
“I sold the stock,” Billy replied. “Some guy on eBay wants it. That’s a few thousand, thank you very much.”
Harry came over and clapped him on the shoulder. Billy tried not to grimace at the sweat mark he left on Billy’s cotton shirt.
