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“Fine,” she surrenders suspiciously easily.
Rather than turn the verbal pages to search for answers, I simply allow the conversation to end and her to peacefully exit.
Once the door is successfully closed behind Bryn, he saunters over to one of the unoccupied cushioned chairs. “You know the rumors aren’t true, Wes.” He casually flops down. “Your naughty buttons are the only ones Uhura is interested in pressing.”
I lightly laugh and retrieve the laptop to finish the survey. “Tell me that’s not what you stopped by to talk to me about.”
“It isn’t.”
“Is it about you using the company plane to visit that teacher in Ann Arbor?” My finger wiggles itself across the mousepad to wake it back up. “Because as long as you conduct some sort of business before or after, there’s no need to switch to one that is intended for personal use only.”
“First off, no. I have no intent on seeing her again.”
“You two looked like you had fun that weekend.”
“Looks can be deceiving.”
“Often.”
“Aside from not being able to agree on much – including simple shit like dessert – she’s got a fondness for baby talk in the sack and that’s not the type of role playing I’m personally into.”
Holding in my laughter is impossible.
“This is league week,” he gingerly reminds during a crossing of his legs. “I’ve got introductory meetings across the country with most of the major sporting leagues to discuss sponsorship eligibility and requirements as well as an interview dinner with an app interrogation developer from Bennett Enterprises who wants to branch out of food and into alcohol.”
“You’re going to need a night off.”
“I’m going to take one to meet an exclusive buyer named Gwendolyn Kincaid who I want to hire to procure me the actual 3-D chessboard and pieces they used during an episode of Next Gen where the crewmembers played it in Ten Forward.”
“Is that the name of the episode?”
“That’s the name of the bar,” J.T. bites without remorse. “How is it you’ve seen entire seasons of the show and still don’t know that?” I’m not allotted time to response. “Anyway, if she accepts the job, then I’ll have Bryn’s wedding gift as good as got.”
Alright.
Looks like I need to begin searching for the perfect wedding present myself.
And the best, best man gift given the lengths he’s gone to for her.
Me.
Us.
“The reason I wanted to stop by on my way to the hangar is because I wanted to be the one to inform you that there has been some new, unexpected digging into your past.”
Clicking a silverware choice precedes me meeting his stare. “And?”
“And…” an adjustment to his lapel is made, “this isn’t the typical, where was the recluse for the last ten years, type of shit. It’s…further back than that.”
“How far?”
“Your childhood.”
“Why?” Discomfort has me pushing the device onto the couch space beside me. “What are they searching for?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why are they searching?”
