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“I’m not an animal to just relocate! Did anybody think to askit really da prick,” Indi spat
“He’s a nice guy, Judas Don’t be so hard on hi you Anyway, now that you know the facts, he won’t have any choice but to let you stay You duped his plan on the drug thing, and I don’t think that happens to hi to be pissed, but he’ll come around Anyway, I told him you were my only friend so he couldn’t take you away froether “Now, let’s talk about sos, Levi, or the evil dude he’s trying to take down”
“Nah, let’s just get drunk I need to drink until I don’t feel anything”
“We can do that, too! How about your man? I haven’t seen him around in the last couple of weeks Please tell s up with that hottie! You can’t see ht now H-O-T, he is! I bet he’s wild in bed, too He has to be”
Indi rolled his eyes “As I’ve explained before, he isn’t my boyfriend He isn’t even a fuck-buddy He’s a paid escort—that’s it” Hell, things would be so much easier if that’s all it really was Wild in bed? Not until our last ti more but too stubborn to ask for it “Anyway, he ditchedback” Indi shrugged like it didn’t ency and get soht?” Just to make hiood of a fuck” Not until the last time, of course
“How do you know he didn’t look back? You’re blind”
“And that was a fuckingto say,” Indi snapped back, not really mad but unable to stop the wave of helplessness that washed over him
“Sorry, dude I didn’t know you were suddenly going to be so sensitive about it Anyway,about hi back I watched hi the shit out of his Jeep for over an hour It was hilarious Needless to say, that expensive suit that he never ever looks comfortable in didn’t survive his temper tantrum You must have really pushed his buttons”
A, his old Jeep As Travis, he’d lied and said he drove a Mercedes Indi never once thought Clay would ditch his Jeep for a Mercedes, but he’d acted like he believed hi suits Hell, Indi would have pretended to believe everything just to keep hi pussy
Hollister poured himself another shot and turned on the television He was a sucker for Friends reruns “I’ to be honest with you, the Jeep fits how he looks The suit does not I picture him as a soldier or biker”
“What does he look like?” Indi asked, just to torture hied his appearance in the two years since Indi had been able to see hi the version of Clay that was emblazed in his memory
“Dude! Haven’t you ever asked him? Felt his face like I’ve seen blind people do on the television? No wonder he always looks pissed when he leaves You won’t let him past level one on the Judas relationship, will you? That’s cold, man”
“Ha! Trust me, Hollister, that isn’t why he’s pissed when he leaves here He’s not here begging for a relationship or falling in love with s where the two of us are concerned Now, just tellhair is!”
“Jeezus, it’s black Stop yelling at me”
Of course, it was black Fake Clay had told Indi blond—surfer boy vibe fro had been a lie Every Da
Every touch
Every conversation
Every tih
Every fuck
Indi couldn’t help but be angry and huht he would be so easy to trick…that he would be that gullible and useless Sure, he’d been angry at Clay before, playing the ht as they cah Indi had pitied Clay because he’d obviously been the one to draw the short straw and have to pretend to be the escort No, he was siht he was a fool Worthless How easy they’d believed it would be to dupe him since he was blind