Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

“Oh, is this your table? My apologies. I didn’t realize you owned the airport.”

“The fuck did you just say to her?” Bash’s voice is cold as ice from across the table.

She looked happy, healthy, remarried, and very pregnant. Pregnant. Something she told me she never wanted to be. Something she clearly just didn’t want to be with me.

don’t think you’re too much.”

She turns and winks at me. “I don’t care.” Then, her head tilts my way. “Now you go.

If I live, I’m coming after you.

“Almost as impressive as the depth of my daddy issues and the uniform kink my upbringing sent me out into the world with.”

“Just think of us as the two annoying kids you never wanted.” “Oh, pfft,” Clyde scoffs,

“The thing is, Gwen, next time you want to watch me, you should just ask.” My brain function stutters as my eyes snap to his. “Pardon me?” “You heard me.”

“I did hear you. And I heard you whisper my name when you came too. So maybe if you wanted me to watch, you should have told me.”