"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

тАЬSo youтАЩre okay,тАЭ he said.

тАЬYes, and before you ask, I have already requested that Fritz bring me up Last Meal. And yes, I will eat all my roast beef.тАЭ

He frowned, not wanting her to feel caged. тАЬListen, itтАЩs not just for the youngтАЩs sake. ItтАЩs also for yours. I want you to be well, you know?тАЭ

Her voice dropped a little. тАЬYou have always been thus. Even before weтАжyes, you have only ever wanted the best for me.тАЭ

Focusing on the car door heтАЩd busted, he thought of how good it had felt to kick the shit out of something. тАЬWell, my plan is to hit the gym for a while. IтАЩll check on you again before I crash, тАЩkay?тАЭ

тАЬAll right. Be well.тАЭ

тАЬYou, too.тАЭ

As he hung up, he realized V had stopped talking and was looking over at him like maybe something was way offтАФhair on fire, pants around the ankles, eyebrows shaved.

тАЬYou got yourself a female there, Qhuinn?тАЭ the Brother drawled.

Qhuinn looked around for a life raft, and got a whole lot of nothing. тАЬAhтАжтАЭ

V exhaled over his shoulder and came across. тАЬWhatever. IтАЩm going to go work on these phones. And you need to buy yourself another vehicleтАФanything as long as itтАЩs not a Prius. Later.тАЭ

When John and he were alone, it was pretty clear the guy was warming up to say something about the showdown at the side of the road.

тАЬI donтАЩt want to hear it, John. I just donтАЩt have the strength right now.тАЭ

Shit, John signed.

тАЬThat about covers it, my man. You heading up to the house?тАЭ

Under the strict interpretation of the ahstrux nohtrum job, Qhuinn needed to be with John twenty-four/seven. But the king had given them a dispensation if they were within the confines of the compound. Otherwise Qhuinn would have been learning way too much about his buddy and Xhex.

And John would have had to witness him and LaylaтАжum, yeah.

When John nodded, Qhuinn opened the door and held it wide. тАЬAfter you.тАЭ

He refused to look his friend in the face as the fighter passed, just couldnтАЩt do it. Because he knew exactly what was on the guyтАЩs mindтАФand he had no interest in talking about what had happened on that stretch of road heтАЩd walked down before. Not the crap from tonight. Not the crap fromтАжall those nights ago thanks to the Honor Guard.

He was finished with chatting it up.

Shit never helped anyone over nuthinтАЩ.



Saxton, son of Tyhm, closed the final Book of Oral History and could only stare at the fine-grain leather cover with its gold-embossed detailing.

The last one.

He couldnтАЩt believe it. How long had this research been going on? Three months? Four months? How could it be over?