Page 50 (1/2)

“Good and well, but I’ie”

“You’re my buddy, Siren When that fucker—” I point to the stone blocking our exit— “ to admit we’re buddies”

“I thought ere bros” She’s s

“How do you say this word…?” I spell avocado Her ether, but she can’t hide the way her eyes tilt at the corners

“Avocado,” she says softly

I grin, because she’s saying ah-vo-cay-doh

“You spend your days throwing balls at grownwith toosheep pro bono I’d say you’re no authority on anything, Carnegie”

I laugh “Herding sheep’s not a good enough vocation for you?”

“Sheep herders are the worst sort I hear they’re perfectly unbearable”

I nod sagely “I’”

“How’d you learn that, anyway? Did they teach it at your pretty boy school?”

Thatme pretty?”

She shoots me a fuck-no look—one that’s aimed mostly at my shorts, and I shake my head “Hell no I spent a couple summers in the Alps”

“As a shepherd?”

“As a sheep”