Page 8 of Indulge
Reggie shakes his head.
“I’m flying to London tonight. I should only be there a few hours.”
I lean back with a smirk.
“Is the Prince having to run after his runaway Princess?” I joke.
His jaw tightens.
“Yeah. I fuckin’ am.”
I chew on the inside of my mouth.
“Where was my invite?” I ask.
We do every job together. Since we joined the Quinns at age thirteen.
It’s always been us. In everything.
“Because this is my burden, not yours. I signed up for this shit. And, you are still in recovery time.”
I nod. I have this gnawing feeling that this wedding is going to put a wedge between us.
We’ve never had proper girlfriends. If we did, we shared them.
You can’t share a wife.
“Is that alright?” Reg asks.
“Yeah. Sure. Just gonna miss your miserable ass.”
I turn back to Drago.
“Wanna send me over the info, just in case our Prince here ain’t back in time? I’ll take Conan with me if not.” I tell him.
Drago clears his throat. God, I’m sick of them trying to baby me. I got shot. I healed. I’m fine, still as lethal as ever.
“Sure, you’re in. And I can step in with you. I need to get out in the field more. I don’t like where this is heading.” Drago’s blue eyes cut to mine.
Drago had a far worse time than me. He really was knocking on hell's door. I ain’t ever seen a man tortured to that extreme and still survive.
“Nice. Can you teach me some of that martial arts stuff now?” I ask.
I feel Reggie’s stare burning into the side of my head.
“I’m not a kid, Reg. Steph said my wound is healed nicely. I’m clear to get back out. You know I need this.”
I get it. I know it fucked him up seeing me almost dying. But I didn’t this time. And I gotta find ways to keep busy.
“Look. I won’t let Conan kick my ass in the ring anytime soon. That a good enough compromise?” I ask.
“And you think I won’t?” Drago cuts in.
“We need to test this theory,” I tell him.
“What time are we meeting Lyla?” I ask Reggie, checking my watch.
“I haven’t set a time. But I know she will be at Inferno soon to host the breakfast meetings.”
