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Love, Nick knew, was like trust: a fragile thing that needed time to grow. But the more it did, the stronger it became, and he hoped they both found that in each other.
“I bet your uvula is so precious,” Jazz whispered. “I can’t wait to tear it out and see it for myself.”
for subtle and missing by a mile. “Don’t know if I like the looks of that one.” “Screw you, too,” Owen retorted. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but—” “That’s an asshole,” Nick said. “Owen tried to kill me and my friends.”
Owen, as it turned out, was not a fan of being tied up and thrown in a windowless van called Matilda.
“We’ll let you know where to drop him off,” Jazz said. “Charge us whatever you want, and then add another zero. And if he tries anything, feel free to call us. Especially if you see shadows start to move.” “I have pepper spray, access to multiple marsupials, and snacks,” Burrito Jerry said, patting the door below the open window. “I think we’ll be all right. Later, gator. Oh. Wait. Later, Guardian.” He gunned the engine and peeled away from the curb, narrowly missing a cab.
“I’m supposed to be in a romantic comedy, not a horror movie!” Nick cried as the blade wiggled from side to side as if it was stuck, Martha trying to pull it free.
“I don’t get what I’m supposed to—oof.” He grunted when Gibby jumped on his back, wrapping her legs around his waist. He put his hands under her legs to keep her from falling. “What are you doing?” he hissed at her. “You want me to run and carry you? Screw that. Burke wins. I give up.”
Seth. It was Seth screaming. The boy from the swings, the boy who loved Nick despite his faults—and, perhaps, because of them. The most selfless boy, who only wanted to keep people safe. “You fucked with the wrong family,” Guardian snapped,
“I think I’m going to cry right now. Just for a little bit. Need to get it out. Is that okay?” “It is,” Nick said, and as they held each other, the morning sun spilling into the room through the window, they cried. For what they had lost. For what they had found. For Before and for After, for a woman who had been their everything. They cried for her, and themselves. But they did not cry alone.
“Miss Conduct will deal with the evil twink, with assistance from the DILF Squad.” “Dad Squad,” Nick corrected automatically. Miss Conduct stared at him. “I said what I said.”
