Page 32 of Micah
“Preventative maintenance is important.”
Sawyer loses it.
A full belly laugh.
“I can't believe I'm saying this,” he chuckles, “but Benji somehow isn't the craziest one anymore.”
“You two are a couple of assholes.”
“Takes one to know one,” Benji shoots back.
“You know,” Sawyer says, slapping me on the shoulder, “for a genius…”
“Don't.”
“…you are dumber than a box of rocks where women are concerned.”
“I don't need relationship advice from either of you.”
“Why?”
“Because you tackled your wife last week in the barn!”
Benji grins.
“She liked it.”
“She punched you.”
“She liked it after.”
Sawyer nods solemnly.
“He's got you there.”
“And you,” I say, pointing at Sawyer, “made Bit negotiate with a motorcycle club before admitting you wanted her.”
“That wasn’t how it happened.”
“Was too.”
“Well, it worked, didn't it?”
I mutter something under my breath neither of them is meant to hear.
Benji catches it anyway.
“What was that?”
“I said I'd rather be doing anything other than having this conversation right now.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Worse.”
The three of us move deeper inside the place.
My eyes find the bar before I can stop them.
