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Dom: We’re staying near the Tower of London. Adrien and Josh have a hotel there.
Dom: Shit! You’re not supposed to know about Josh’s involvement.
I should have told Adrien about my plan.
Reid: I’m in London. What’s the hotel called you own?
Adrien: Do you realize what time it is here?
Reid: Sorry man, yeah.
Adrien: It’s okay. I’m just busting your balls.
Adrien: I’ve attached the details.
Adrien: web file
Adrien: You’ll have a room booked by the time you get there.
Reid: Thanks man.
I grab a cab as they say over here and tell him where I need to go to.
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DOMINIC
WITH OR WITHOUT YOU: U2
I’m sitting, having grabbed some breakfast from the self-service counter. The Brits take their breakfast seriously. I’m going to have to join the hotel gym while I’m here if I’m here as long as Josh wants me. Josh approaches and sits down in the chair opposite me with his plate as piled up as mine.
“Don’t tell Issy,” he laughs as he cuts into his sausage, dipping it into the pot of beans on the plate.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I laugh, biting into my toast when I see Reid at the far end of the restaurant.
Josh turns to see where I’m looking. “Fucker!” He groans under his breath.
“What?” I ask, totally oblivious to why Josh would have such a reaction to seeing Reid.
He reached into his wallet, pulling out two hundred dollar bills. “You need to give these to Adrien,” he says, handing the money to Reid.
“Hi,” Reid says, looking at the money in his hand.
“Adrien will know what it’s for.”
“I’ve learned not to get involved from what I’ve managed to gather over the years. They like their little bets.
“I’m insulted it was a two hundred dollar bet.”
“It’s not,” Josh grumbles. “That’s all I have on me in dollars.”
Reid puts the money in his back pocket, laughing. Mike walks across the restaurant with a plate in hand and a waitress following him.
“Coffee, lots of coffee, please,” Mike says, sitting next to Josh.
“He needs to cough up too.”
“I wouldn’t be so quick,” Mike says cryptically.
