Page 19 of Striking

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Rhys

Yes. Put on pants. How did you already hear I had someone with me anyway?

Atticus

You’re not the only one with minions, brother. Mine are just far more attractive and sexually adventurous.

Rhys

Forget it. I don’t want to know. Her name is Bellamy Wilder.

Atticus

Like Lennon’s friend, Grace Wilder?

Rhys

No, like Grace’s sister-in-law.

Atticus

Well then, that changes things, doesn’t it?

Rhys

Just put pants on. We’ll be at Lilihill soon.

Atticus

Do boxers count as pants?

Rhys

For the love of God, Atticus. Pants. It’s December. You’ll be fine. Did Devon have a delivery sent to the house?

Atticus

Yes. It came earlier. Your private secretary is a tosser. He wouldn’t even tell me what it was. Just that it needed to be delivered to the room next to yours. What the hell are you thinking?

Rhys

We’ll be there in five minutes. Be on your best behavior.

Atticus

I’m not a child.

Rhys

Thank fuck. I’d hate to think of a child with your proclivities.

Atticus

Listen, don’t hate because I know how to have fun.

Rhys

That you do. PANTS. Now.

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