“Well, Ialready love you, Myles.” I grabbed his tear-streaked face and kissed his cheek. “And the word spoilis a tricky one. Because you have been spoiling me lately.” I handed him his helmet and smiled. “With friendship and attention.”
“Yeah, but now your husband is coming back and everything is gonna turn to shit again, you’ll see.”
This was a side of him I hadn’t seen before. He can get a little nasty when the emotions get to be too much. I guess anger is easier than sadness.
“Nick is gonna adore you, Myles, and we’ll all get along. You’ll see.” I pointed to the bike. “Let’s find a spot and have our little chip and beer picnic.”
“He’s not gonna like me and you’re not gonna wanna spend as much time with me now.” Myles put his helmet on, the dark visor now hiding half of his face. “It doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. “I didn’t expect this to last, anyway.”