Fuck, under other circumstances, he might have liked the guy.
Shut up. Butch fought to keep his voice low. We’ve got another four minutes in the gym. I’ll let you know when you can—I’m losing air over here, you know, Lassiter bitched. My inflatable is deflating.
V cursed. That’s because it doesn’t want to be around you any more than we do.You keep this up and I’m going to start thinking my enmity is mutual.Right, Butch didn’t get off on dragging soaking-wet, panicked idiots out of a pool—but, man, he was really frickin’ glad he wasn’t on the back side of the house with those two fighting. Sit tight, Lass, he said. I’ll be in touch—and, V, for the love of God, will you turn off his fucking mic—
Ow! Hey! What the fuck, V—Annnnnnd everything went blissfully silent.
As his headache tried to kick down the door to his skull, Butch wanted to pop his goggles off and rub his eyes, but he wasn’t about to lose sight of the candidates for even a moment. The last thing the program needed was someone getting seriously hurt, or worse, waking up dead.
Besides, he was distracted enough on his own, even with the 20/20 headset.I’ll be here then. I can just wait for you? If you trust me here alone—
I’d trust you with my life.The fact that he said that absently really made her believe that he meant it. And that warmed her through and through, more than the fire did.
Is that what it is, he drawled. What else would you call it? She started to get dressed, stumbling when it came to getting her bra hooked. And I’m going to be the first to say, I can’t wait to see you again.When she was finally back in what she’d been wearing, she stood up with her coat. Good day, Axe. If you think of me, you can text me, you know. No pressure. I just want to put that out there because I think you might not even if you wanted to.