lt’s just like that first time, all over again.
How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?
“Tarn isn’t going to like it.”
“He’ll like it less if you drop dead.”
March gets on the comm, hailing the guys in the office. “We’re good to go.”
Well. Funny, like a needle in the eye.
“Thanks.” Courtesy feels awkward.
“Your fire’s gone out,” March says. “You used to feel like a live wire, Jax.”
“You really don’t get it, do you?”
Suddenly my dad’s plan—the Eutha-booth—doesn’t look half-bad.
I lie back with a sigh. “No, I don’t. I need to find out from Doc just how bad off I am.”
That makes me raise up on an elbow. “You don’t do hot guys.”
“She punched someone for feeling her up.” Dina grins.
I raise a brow. “And you discovered this while feeling her up?”
Dina shakes her head as she commandeers the chair beside my workstation. “Afterward.”
“Of course. Why are you being so nice to me?”
She shrugs. “Someone has to be. You look like a fucking death’s-head.”
Talking with Dina eats up the hours.
“It’s the same principle, you stupid twat. You don’t deserve my advice.”
“At least you’re honest,” she says with a grin. “And reasonably self-aware.”
“We should get the hell off this ship,” Dina says then.
“Yep. The other guys must be wondering at this layover since we’re already behind schedule.”
She pauses at the door. “Let them wonder.”
“Need to change first. I look like an inmate . . . or a san worker.”