Page 13 of Angels & Whiskey
“Like for a vacation destination?”
“No, like to live.”
“What?” I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and leaned forward.
“Hear me out.” He put his hands up as if to calm me. “Our Vegas office needs two guys. While I don’t want to lose you, I think you and Paul would fit in perfectly.”
“You want me and Jackson to move to Vegas?”
“Yeah. The clientele is in high demand there and I think you two would work out well in the desert.”
I stared at him for a beat. Vegas wasn’t like Afghanistan, but hearing the word “desert” didn’t sit right. “Have you asked him?”
“Not yet. You came in first.”
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Bobby said for the person to come in and it was Jackson.
“Speak of the devil. Sit next to Gabe,” Bobby instructed.
Jackson gave me a “what the fuck?” look. I just smiled. I didn’t know my answer for Bobby, but if Jackson were on board, I’d do it. He was my best friend. My lieutenant. My brother. I wouldn’t survive thedesertwithout him.
“As I was saying to Gabe,” Bobby started to say as Jackson sat down next to me, “our Vegas location is in high demand and we want you two to join that office.”
Jackson gave me a shocked look, probably the same one I had on my face when Bobby told me the same thing. “You want us to move to Vegas?” he asked.
“Yes. It can be—”
“Hell yes!” Jackson shouted, jumping out of his chair and giving the air a fist bump. “Vegas, dude.” He turned to me, grinning from ear to ear.
I chuckled.Guess we’re moving to Vegas.
