Page 68 of Wicked Rush

Chapter Nineteen

“Are we going to talk about last night?” Seth asked with a laugh.

“What about it?” Lars replied, seasoning the defrosted steaks. Although they’d been starving last night, making love had both sated and exhausted him. When he’d awoken, it was nearly seven in the morning. He’d left Braelynn sleeping in his bed, and as he’d glanced back to her, he’d considered that he’d never tire of having her in his home, in his life.

“The thing is, Lars.” Seth laughed, pouring coffee into a mug.

“What’s the thing?”

“You know she’s not like us, right?” He opened the refrigerator, and cursed. “Aw shit. No cream.”

“Cabinet to the right.” Lars pointed. “Powdered stuff.”

Seth reached for its handle, opened it, rummaging through the containers until he found the jar. He opened it and sniffed.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lars asked, shaking his head with a grin.

“I never trust this shit. It’s got a million chemicals. Hydrogenated vegetable-based fats. It’ll give you a heart attack.”

“Yeah, well, number one…it’s not like you’re eating the whole container. A spoonful is all you need.”

Seth opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a carton. “Hey, you've got eggs.”

“They keep pretty long. I was just up here a few weeks ago. You know I drink it black.”

“This stuff is not good for me,” Seth complained, digging at the hardened substance.

“Number two. You jump out of planes. Hang glide. Surf killer waves. Call me crazy but if you’re gonna go, I don’t think that stuff is going to contribute to the cause. Just sayin’.”

“You never know, man. I like clean living. Be one with the environment. Live and let live.”

“You want coffee? Powder it is.”

Seth mixed it in, grimacing as he attempted to dissolve the clumps. He set the spoon on the counter and sipped it, exhaling loudly. “Hmm. Not bad. Good enough.”

Lars laughed. “Live in the moment, bro.”

“Speaking of which,” he raised an eyebrow at Lars and gave him a sideways smile, “so…Brae. What’s going on there?”

“What do you mean, what’s going on?” Lars shrugged. He set the spices onto the counter and washed his hands.

“So aside from the shit that went down at your house yesterday, and oh yes, I will come back to that topic, you and her…what’s up?”

“What do you mean, what’s up? You know the deal. We, uh, we met on that beach.”

“Hey, don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s kind of a lame ‘how we met’ story. Once upon a time, I met a beautiful girl in a hail of bullets. She was bleeding but you know…she was kinda hot.”

“Fuck you. She’s not kinda hot. She’s smoking hot. If anyone asks…I’ll say we met on a beach. It’s romantic.” Lars laughed.

“You are so full of shit it isn’t even funny.” Seth shook his head and gave a chuckle.

“Scrambled or quiche?” Lars retrieved a bowl from a shelf and began breaking eggs into it.

“Are you serious?”

“What?”

“You’re making quiche?”