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Damn straight.
Cage
So, is New York his top choice? Inquiring minds want to know.
If any of you mention where I’m going, I will shave off your eyebrows and cover your face in Sharpie graffiti while you’re sleeping. This is top secret. Nothing will ruin a reporter’s career faster than chatty siblings.
Finn
Damn. You are terrifying when you’re making threats, Brinks.
Hugh
Because you know she’ll follow through.
Georgia
Damn straight. I’ve told Maddox he can’t tell a soul anything you tell us. He wants to buy season tickets for all of us wherever Lincoln is going to play.
Don’t do anything yet. I will let you know right before I break the story.
Cage
How generous of you. What are you going to do, tell us a whole two minutes before you tell the whole world? You don’t think you can throw us a bone and tell us maybe a week early?
Hugh
Did you really go there? You’re a brave man. First, you’re fighting for the rights of a knocked-up corgi, and now you’re lecturing Brinks?
Sleep with one eye open, Dr. Puplovin’. And keep your mouths zipped.
Georgia
LOL! My lips are sealed.
Cage
Take it down a notch. Who am I going to tell? I don’t like anyone enough to discuss this with them, and frankly, I’m not sure I like any of you today. And Gracie doesn’t care about football. Mr. Wigglestein doesn’t give two fucks about where Lincoln is going to play; he just wants to be balls deep in Louise, and I’ve been forced to separate them while they’re both here with their owners, who are having meltdowns.
Finn
Where are you?
Cage
I’m in my office, taking a breather. It’s a fucking Jerry Springer show out there. And now, my sister is threatening me when I just asked a simple question.
The pilot cameout to speak to us, and the flight attendant said she’d be bringing us pastries and mimosas shortly.
Sorry. I’ll have to plot your demise later. We’re taking off, and I was just offered a mimosa. No chatting about where I’m going. Love you guys.
Several emojis came flying across my screen, but I turned off my phone and looked up to see Lincoln watching me. He sat directly across from me, as the two rows faced one another. We were the only two people on this plane, aside from the two pilots and the flight attendant.
Lincoln had been more distant these last few days, since our long chat out at the cove. We’d gotten to know one another that night, but then he’d been more reserved the following morning.
All the flirty banter had halted.
It was my job to follow his lead. I wanted this story.
