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“She’s the one. I need to talk to Wake.”
“I’ll talk to him first. Explain,” she looked at the window. “And I’ll talk to Bowie. I don’t know what’s going on with him lately, but I’ll fix it. I promise.”
I hoped she did.
Because it was starting to fuckin’ hurt when he went out of his way to ignore me, and refused to see me on my weekends.
Though it fuckin’ sucked not having him, it was giving me time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.
At first, I’d thought about doing quite a few things that I’d done before heading to prison—like being a freight dockworker that unloaded freighters. Or, even buying a pizza joint from Alice, Cassius’s girl’s dad. But, as I gave it time, and thought about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, I’d given a lot of thought to what I didn’t want to do.
And what I didn’t want to do was do something that made me unhappy.
Which was why, for the last four months, I’d been taking people out on guided fishing tours for a buddy. I was piloting his boat as he recovered from open heart surgery where he’d had multiple near-complete blockages.
That was actually where I was headed soon. I’d told him that I would take over for him completely until I could figure out what I really wanted to do with my life.
And that included the overnight fishing trip that would hopefully land the paying customers their dream fish.
“About this weekend,” I said. “I’m going to guess he doesn’t want to come?”
Danyetta sighed. “No, he doesn’t.”
“Then I’m going to say yes to an overnighter.” I tried to hide the hurt. “That okay?”
She nodded, looking just as forlorn as me. “That’s good. I’ll tell him if he asks.”
We both knew he wouldn’t.
He never did.
“About the woman,” I scratched the back of my neck with my blunt fingernails. “I like her. A lot.”
She nodded.
“Can you start talking to Bowie about us? Make sure he knows that we were never a thing after we divorced? I think that might help him when he notices that I’m dating her,” I murmured.
Danyetta grinned. “Quite confident that she’ll agree to have you?”
“Very,” I said. “We had an understanding.”
“What kind of understanding?” she smiled.
“The kind that said, if we both turned thirty and were alone, we would agree to start dating again.”
And I was gonna damn well hold her to it.
CHAPTER 5
How many animals can you fit into a pair of pantyhose? Two calves, an ass, a beaver, a shitload of hares, one camel toe, and a fish nobody can find.
-Text from Folsom to Morrigan
MORRIGAN
It’d been a good two days again.
In fact, it’d been so good with my health that I got cocky, and decided to give a walk a try.
