Page 66 of Bulletproof
“Jory—”
“Don’t be a dick to me just because you need to get laid.”
“I assure you, I can get laid anytime I want.”
“Then do it and quit trying to make me feel shitty that it’s not me,” I snapped at him.
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Bye,” I said and hung up.
“Are you kidding?”
I had enough time to turn before I was grabbed.
“Jory, what the fuck?” Sam barked, fingers digging into my arms with how tight he was holding me.
“Cristo Liron is a dick,” I told him.
He just stared at me.
“What? He is.”
“Jor—”
“What?”
“Jory, you gotta stay the fuck away from Cristo Liron!”
“Oh, I will; don’t worry,” I promised, but the way he was looking at me, something was up. “Spit it out, Kage.”
“The only reason you’re staying away from him is because you think he’s an asshole!”
“He is an asshole.”
“But that’s not why you should stay away from him!”
“Don’t get all worked up,” I soothed him.
“Jory!”
“Volume, Kage. It’s late.”
He raked his hands through his thick now-black hair and pulled it back hard from his face.
“You realize that’s gonna take, like, weeks to grow out,” I moaned, grimacing from just looking at his hair.
“Baby—”
“And that color does not match your skin tone,” I assured him. “Jet black, Sam, really?”
“Jor—”
“Unless we buzz it all off,” I said thoughtfully, remembering what Sam had looked like years ago when he was a new recruit in the Marine Corps. I had seen pictures, and he had been so young and hot and cocky.
“Jory!”
“Jesus, what?” I had been caught with my mind wandering.
