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I rattled off a few things I’d seen him in, while she fell silent for a moment.
“Oh god, I’m looking online. How cute was he?”
The thought of him online brought to mind the thing he’d mentioned.
“Beware if you’re searching for him by name, because there’s some revenge porn or something online too.”
I heard a soft moan. “Oh god, gimme… tell me what to look for.”
“Forget it. Stalk him on your own, girl. Look… he’s really sweet, but the bikers, they’re all pretty volatile, you know? Like it takes so little for them to descend into punching each other and stuff.”
Another moan from her. “God, yes, I want to watch him fighting… all sweaty and half-dressed.”
I sat back down with my drink.
“Do you want me to go, so you and your hand can ‘get a room’?”
Her giggles were followed by a heavy sigh.
“I can see why you like bikers, babe. They’re so fucking manly. No skinny jeans and man buns there.”
I pictured Ice, those firm muscles of his, and that gorgeous tattoo… If he were here right now, I’d want to be running my tongue over his warm skin. Focus, woman, you’re in the middle of a phone call.
“Tattoos, though… if you’re into those, they have them. Has-Been has a lovely one on his back.”
She gasped again. “Girl, you saw him naked too? What kinda shit do they get up to? I need deets. I know he’s got a fierce mouth on him.”
That was the second time she’d mentioned something like that.
“What did he do?”
“Oh, he just pointed out very clearly what a ‘stuck up bitch’ my boss is, and told her to go fuck herself, if she can manage to pry open those cobwebbed legs of hers.”
I gasped, and started giggling.
“Did she cry? Please tell me she cried.”
Forty
ThefirstmorningwithoutLissa beside me brought a surprise; Has-Been. He was the last person I’d expected to visit me, but then we were both on lockdown and we were supposed to be fixing our relationship, or some pussy assed shit like that, so I should have seen it coming. Was I pissed that he’d been the one to make the move first? Of course I fucking was. I should have been the one showing I was the bigger man.That bastard.
I was showered and dressed, and he had coffees from the bar in his hands, so I gestured to the dining table, and we both sat down. He slid a coffee at me.
“Figured you’d be less likely to tell me to fuck off if I brought that.” He grinned, but he looked tired. Like me. Like Reacher, only Reacher looked like he hadn’t slept all year.
“It was close, man.” Has laughed.
“Yeah, I feel that. So uh… sooner we sort this shit out, the sooner we’ll be allowed out of our rooms. Dunno about you, but I’m already climbing the walls.”
He rode a hell of a lot more than me, so I wasn’t surprised to hear that.
“Yeah… mostly I just really want to get my lady back.”
He smirked. “Lady, or ‘old lady’?”
Did I want to tell him my personal shit? Wasn’t this what we were meant to be doing?
“I want to keep her, so yeah, my old lady if she’ll agree.”
