Page 119 of The Spy
"I know. You want to go on numbers instead. Facts and figures, things you can trust and hold, but that's not love. So if you love him, have some faith. He's doing whatever he's doing for a reason, and sometimes you have to swallow down the anger. Sometimes you can argue with him, make him see things your way. But not often, because he's usually looked at it from the all the ways and made a decision because he's holding that all in his head. Can you imagine the stress of that? I sometimes wish that he could just relax and be happy. If anyone deserves it, it's him and you."
I sighed. "I love you."
"I know. I'm pretty awesome."
"Hey, that's my line."
"Now, I know normally this would be the time when I go, 'Okay, tell me everything, leave no detail out about the size of the guy's dick’ or something along those lines. But in this case, maybe we could just leave out that part of the conversation, because ew… so gross."
I laughed. "Yeah, but I do have to say, lucky me."
"I'm so glad you're lucky. Please don't tell me."
I chuckled. "Thanks, Saff."
"What are best friends for? Also, Lock knows now, so it's only a matter of time before Saint knows. Those guys love you. They won't say anything."
"Saint will, inadvertently."
"No. Ever since he met Kaya and has someone to talk to, he's been a lot better."
"Great, now the whole team knows I'm shagging my way to the top."
"Please, you know they had a pool. From the time Lachlan got here, they had a bet on who Gabe was going to shag first. Apparently, you are in the center of the bingo card. But they thought that was never going to happen. That you didn't like him."
"Well, right about now, I don't."
Saff laughed. "I know. He's a pain in the ass. A bit of a twat too."
"Yes, a grade-A twat."
"But he's your twat. So you trust him and talk to him. Sometimes he lets go of that control. I've seen it happen.”
"I don't have time to do a whole voodoo sacrifice just to get him to give up some control and let me in."
"Well, in that case, I suggest a blow job."
"Oh, I never…"
"I'm kidding, of course. Let him know you're there for him, and he'll open up. And before you know it, he'll start releasing some of that hold he has on everything. The next thing you know, he'll be handing things to you. Voluntarily."
"Thanks."
"Anytime. Love you."
I hung up with her and retreated back to the man I loved and the total stranger that was starting to wake. How was he waking up? He'd had a large dose of tranquilizers.
When Webster’s eyes opened, he grinned at me. "Tranq darts. That was genius."
"How are you awake?" I asked, my scowl set on my face.
"Long story. It involves poisoning and inoculation, blah, blah, blah."
I crossed my arms, watching him warily. "Do I even want to ask?"
He shifted in his zip ties and smirked when he realized he was double zipped. "It's a funny story actually, but no, you don't want to know."
"You with the million lives."
