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Polo shirts and slacks aren’t my usual attire, and they aren’t dirt-caked and blood-smeared enough for my liking.
“All that I saw from you so far makes me think you’re only a pleasure to be around when you’re asleep or when you leave a room.”
Why is everyone telling me to calm down today? I am fucking calm.
I don’t even like her and she’s a dipshit, but she’s my dipshit, at least for now, and I wouldn’t advise anyone to mess with that.
I’m going to die in the back of this store. Someone will have to carry me out on a stretcher and Rockwell will feel so goddamn bad for sending me on this mission while he has to give an eulogy at my funeral.
Ruby is killing me. Or maybe I’m already dead and this is hell.
“You’re not the one making the rules here. As long as I’m watching over you, you’re not going to talk to other men like that. You’re not going to talk about other men like that. Hell, you’re not going to even think about any other man like that.”
“Do they serve them with fava beans and a nice Chianti?” She hisses at me and I fear I’ve accidentally found my soulmate.
“Because I fucking like you, you idiot. Is this what you want to hear from me? That I probably ruined my mission, maybe my whole fucking career, just because I couldn’t bring myself to leave you?”
“Bloody hell, LT, I fuckin’ missed ya,” he screams before he greets me with a hug. We all repeatedly told him that his hugs border on physical assault, but he means it well. He really is like a golden retriever turned human. Maybe Logan stole him out of a facility where they experimented on shit like that.

