Page 46 of The Dead Don't Talk

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Chapter 21

Can you feel it?

Moros

Stay cool. Stay fuckingcalm.

Repeating the mantra over and over in the back of my mind does nothing but piss me off.

I’m nervous.

I don’t getnervous.

But as Wilson regards me with a raised brow from behind a sun-cast Amo as he slings the duffle over his slender shoulder, I can’t stop the way my gut churns.

“This is a stupid idea.”

Amo’s cheeks flush, but he rolls his eyes.

I think he’s finally getting used to me.

Or maybe I’m just not as hard on him as I was.

“This was your idea,” he snaps back.

I grunt.

“You started it,” I mutter, which makes him grin and Wilson chuckle. “Let’s fucking go.”

Amo’s lips stretch wider, his bottom one toting a pretty big split, as he tightens the straps over his shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m about to have two boyfriends.”

“What? No. Don’t lump me into this shit. Wilson’s your boyfriend.”

Boyfriends … does he think we’re all twelve?

Wilson hums out a sigh because even though he doesn’t agree with me, he always understood me enough to not push me.

But then there was Amo.

And I kind of really like him.

Shit.

“Just—fucking …go.”

He’s laughing even as I push him out the door behind Wilson and barricade it.

They’re already holding hands by the time I turn back around, walking in tandem. Footsteps matched in stride. Their arms swinging and all.

I roll my eyes and ignore the way my stomach clenches at the sight as I settle on a slow pace behind them. “You two are perfect for each other. Sappy as fuck.”

The middle finger I get from Wilson is expected, but the furrow of Amo’s brow thrown over his shoulder is not.

“You really are dumb, aren’t you?”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I huff.

“No, I mean it. You’re dumb as shit if you think we’re gonna walk in there, claim our relationship out loud, and not include you in that.”

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