“You can’t just run around telling creepy old men about this stuff,” he says in a strangled voice. “Give yourself some credit, Beau. You’re only thirty-five.” His shoulders jump on a chuckle, and I let a laugh slip now. “And for a tier one operator, you sure are gullible.” His head snaps up to me, tips of his ears just a little pink. “Gary doesn’t know about your vibrator collection?” “No, sir.” I salute him. “You’re the only one.”
