Argylle

by Elly Conway

He is writing to her. He knows that. Writing her the world she is no longer able to see.

‘When you were really up against it back there by the river, when everything was about to be lost, that’s when you finally pulled together as a team. Forming a human chain, no man or woman left behind. It’s what we’ve been waiting for, what we’d worried might never happen.

I have a hunch these two could end up being quite special together.’ Hooper raises his eyebrows. ‘Provided they don’t kill each other first.’

‘Jeez, Wyatt, don’t get all three-dimensional on me now,’ she says. ‘I might have to start actually liking you.’

‘Not many people find their calling in life, Aubrey. It’s both your good fortune and your curse that you’ve found yours, and that it has turned out to be us.’

Wyatt shakes his head. ‘Look at us three. I can’t go home because my dad scares the shit out of me. Carter won’t go home because her parents think she’s selfish for telling them the truth, and Argylle hasn’t even got a home, poor bastard.’ ‘Jesus,’ says Carter, looking from one to the other with an expression of dawning horror. ‘Don’t tell me that means I have to be in some kind of club with you two assholes. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.’