Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

“You could have come up with some other excuse. Like… Clyde invited everyone over for a group taint-tanning session?” Bash looks disgusted. “That’s a horrifying visual. But yes, I could have made something up. But you broke my brain. I’m not firing on all cylinders.”

“Oh shit.” His tone turns serious. “Yeah, and one of my best friends needs⁠—” “What the fuck, Bash? I thought I was your best friend.” “I said one of, you big baby.” I can hear the low rumble of amusement from the other end of the line. “Anyway, if you’re done being a territorial little bitch, I’ll finish my story. One of my best friends runs a training operation, a ranch with thirty horses, and he’s currently under an evacuation alert. It’s not an order⁠—”