Page 62 of Property of Bob

Shay gave me a small smile. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“So I’ve gathered.”

“You’ll know soon.”

That was interesting. “Soon?”

Prime coughed.

I looked at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

He took another drink of coffee. “Bob wants to tell you.”

I stopped walking.

Everyone else took another step before realizing I wasn’t with them.

Anchor looked back.

“Bob wants to tell me what?” I asked.

Anchor glared at Prime.

Prime lifted one shoulder. “What? She asked.”

I looked from him to Anchor. “So there is something to tell me.”

Anchor sighed. “There is.”

“And Bob specifically said he wants to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

That landed differently than I expected.

I pushed my sunglasses onto the top of my head. “Why?”

Anchor looked at me like the answer should be obvious. “Because it’s what he wants.”

“You’re his,” Pull added.

Silence.

My eyebrows shot up.

Pearl smacked his arm.

Pull frowned. “What?”

“She is not his,” she hissed.

Pull rubbed his arm where she had smacked him. “You know what I meant.”

“No,” I said slowly. “I’m not sure I do.”

Prime grinned.