“Sir, there’s a situation at the gate.”
Ramzsyn pushed onto his feet. “Which gate?”
The man looked up. “All of them, sir.”
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“Sir, there’s a situation at the gate.”
Ramzsyn pushed onto his feet. “Which gate?”
The man looked up. “All of them, sir.”
He drew them close, taking in their warmth and smells and the reality of just how much he’d hated being away from them. How much he’d longed to see them. Across the room, his gaze met Ayesha’s.
There you are.
He drew them close, taking in their warmth and smells and the reality of just how much he’d hated being away from them. How much he’d longed to see them. Across the room, his gaze met Ayesha’s.
There you are.
There was the head, arms, legs. A belly. A mouth that looked like Xara’s. If it hadn’t been for the piece of shit human in front of him, he would have cried. He’d been nervous, uncertain, unsure and now…it all dissolved.
He was going to be a father.
“Where’s Xara?”
“Hear me out, hear me out. Remember that time you didn’t have one for a long time, and then I packed one for you for that beach picnic we went on for your mama’s birthday? Your mama’s like opening up that picnic basket and expecting Brussels sprouts, but what you get is, well, your favorite. A grilled cheese sandwich.”
“Calm means a clear head.” He tapped his temple—with the nozzle of the gun—and she knew then all traces of her husband had left. “And I need a clear head right now, Xar.”
Ayesha drummed
Joel tapped.
He extended his pinky.
She hooked hers around it.
They pulled away.
“The main point is,” he squeezed her hand, “for the rest of the trip, I’m not taking any calls or checking any notifications. This,” he held up his wrist, “is an actual watch. My part in this whole process has been trying to reduce the amount of stress and tension in our lives, and I’ve been failing.”
On one hand, he didn’t want her to know he was essentially feeding his addiction by refusing to break the spider web that was his and Syd’s lingering non-relationship. On the other hand, he simply didn’t want Ayesha to know. If she knew he was still talking to Syd, then it would ruin…
He shook his head.
It wouldn’t ruin what didn’t exist.