Back to lightly tip-tapping away at this as I recover from a hellish cold. If you're thinking "wait, Lauren, really?" about this pairing...trust me, it's gonna work, and work well. 😉
“What about
Sig?”
“What about
him?”
“Did you beat
him up?”
Something
squealed. A locker door, she thought. “What the hell kind of name is Sig?”
“That’s
lovely. Avoid the question.”
“Maybe he
should go with ‘Stick.’ Have you seen his arms? What’s the opposite of gains?”
“Shepherd.”
“Yeah, okay!
Okay.”
She waited.
And waited
some more.
“Shep—”
His voice was
low and tight and nervous, she thought, when he said, “Did you really
think that could happen to you and I wouldn’t send a message?”
She…
Oh.
Did he…?
He did that for
her?
“Where are
you?” he cut in. “Do not tell me you’re hanging out with that guy
again.”
“No. I’m…” she
hesitated, because she hadn’t expected to explain any of this to him over the
phone. “I’m at the hospital.”
“What?”
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