Too fucking right.
***
“Need you for another mission,” my Captain said.
I was ready.
I brought my lucky charm out and pressed a kiss to it.
***
“Got another one for your team,” my Captain said.
He handed me the folder.
That night, I opened my pocket and pulled out that tattered picture of us on the alcove Novalie had taken.
Then I pressed a kiss to it, pocketed it, gathered up my gear, and headed out.
***
Skype Instant Message – Garret and me are trying to get her to move from the apartment she’s in. It’s seedy as fuck.
***
“It’s hotter than Satan’s tit out here,” Blaze griped.
Piston snorted, “And how would you know how hot it is?”
“Because he likes the way his neighbor’s tits fit in his mouth,” Kink responded.
“My last neighbor was a sixty-seven-year-old woman,” Blaze said.
Kink looked at him and lifted a brow, “And? Bet she needed the lovin’. Also, bet she can show you a thing or two.”
And there went Kink, proving how he got his handle.
Piston looked at me and lifted a brow, “You got a comment, Ripper?”
I shook my head, “Nope. I’m a southern boy. Live for this.”
I pulled my lucky charm out of my pocket, kissed it, and put it back.
“What’s that?” Blaze asked.
I shot him a look and muttered, “My future.”
***
Then... a week.
One week of needing her more than I needed air to breathe.
A week spent being a prisoner of war.
And when I saw our captain, I kicked Piston’s foot and said, “Took them long enough.”
Year Four - Age 27