Page 26 of Micah
What exactly am I planning to say?
“Hey, Sloane. I noticed you coughed three Thursdays ago, so I bought maintenance parts for your vehicle.”
Yeah.
That's not weird at all.
Jesus.
Maybe Benji's right.
Maybe I really have forgotten how to talk to women.
The convoy winds through Dry Creek, familiar storefronts sliding past my windows.
People wave at Sawyer.
Kids point at Benji's truck.
Nobody pays much attention to me.
Exactly how I like it.
My phone buzzes in the center console.
One glance.
Ranch security.
Routine notification.
The west fence motion detector picked up a deer.
Dismiss.
Done.
Another buzz.
One of my corporate clients in Singapore successfully completed a penetration test I'd been running all afternoon.
Payment deposited.
Six figures.
For three hours of work.
I don't even smile.
Money stopped impressing me a long time ago.
The things worth having, money can't buy.
The Watering Hole comes into view at the end of Main Street.
Lights glowing warm against the deepening dusk.
The parking lot's already half full.
