I was in love with Tate Burke.
“Jesus.”
Booker smiled, settling his hand on my shoulder. “We might be dumb as shit, brother, but when we figure it out, we’re tenacious in makin’ things right.”
I nodded.
“On that note, I’m gonna head home. Bunk room’s open if you drink a few.”
“Thanks, Booker,” I said, distractedly as he walked out of the room.
In the end, I dumped the beer and headed home.
Tate
Ididn’t sleep well, due to the annoying dreams of Flash going down on me, but I had an interview with a prestigious law firm in Portland, so I needed to be focused.
I still had to pass the Bar but since I planned to take the UBE, it covered both Oregon and Washington, along with several other states.
“Tate?” my sister called as she knocked on my door.
“Come in.”
Hayden pushed the door open and leaned against the frame. “You’ve got a visitor.”
I checked my watch and frowned. “What? Now?”
“Yep.”
“Who?”
She grinned. “Flash Wallace.”
“No,” I hissed. “I don’t have time for him right now. Tell him to piss off.”
“Yeah, that’s not really gonna work. I told him you were heading out in five minutes, and he said his visit would take three.”
