Chapter 3

But only a little. Simon would tell him. They’d never kept secrets. Not ever, even from the beginning.

That first night, Simon had found his gun while he’d been in the shower. Ben had come out, towel wrapped around his waist, and said, “If you want we can do that thing again with your—” and then stopped, utterly at a loss for words. His operations director would’ve laughed for ten minutes and then shouted at him for another ten, for that.

Simon had waved a pen at him by means of explanation and said, “Well, look, I couldn’t find mine, and I absolutely had to write this thought down, it was the perfect line, and when I picked up the hotel pen I sort of tripped over your bag, and then I tried to put everything back in and accidentally dropped it all on the floor, and why do you have a gun, again?”

“…accidentally.”

“I swear. Er. I wrote down the line, though?”