I hitch a shoulder. “Classic trust issues, I guess. That’s why I prefer my men fictional.”
“Right,” he says, his tone flat. “Your special ops guys.”
“Aw, you remember.” Of course he does. Miles remembers everything.
“You’ve mentioned them once or twice.”
“That’s what I like. A strong, capable hero ready to rescue me when I get kidnapped by my brother’s drug gang friends.”
He laughs softly. “I didn’t know Sam had a dark side.”
“There’s always a reason for some light kidnapping and a guns-blazing rescue.”
“That’s what you’re waiting for? A hero to sweep you off your feet?”
It sounds ridiculous when he says it straight out like that. Is it so wrong to want to be protected and cherished and loved so totally that all my broken little pieces fit back together? I’m not naive enough to think I could have that in real life. I just want a little slice of vicarious love to get me through.
“For now, I’ll be happy enough to seeyougo on dates,” I tell him.
“Your priorities confuse me.”
Text Thread
Georgia: Phenomenal. Amazing. I’m in literal tears
Miles: I need more context
Georgia: I finishedCorsair’s Run
Georgia: I have no words for how good it is
Miles: The ending wasn’t too much?
Georgia: The best amount
Georgia: Aster is a true hero. His arc is just…ugh
Georgia: So good
Miles: I’m glad my star rating didn’t go down
Georgia: As if you read your reviews
Miles: I care about your review
Georgia: I’m on a book high right now
Georgia: It’s probably going to lead to a reading slump
Georgia: But it’s worth it
Miles: Thank you. I guess that means it’s ready to go to my editor
Georgia: Thank you for leaving in a hint that his second in command is the person he sought out in that cantina in the epilogue
Miles: It’s vague
Georgia: They’ll be happy forever