“Exactly, so many died for what? We don’t even know yet,” I spat.
Vortex remained where he was, providing a soothing presence but not putting pressure on me to calm down. After a few minutes, I moved away and took a deep breath.
“The food will get cold,” I muttered.
“That’s a crime because reheating Chinese isn’t always the best,” Vortex teased and stepped back. I immediately began missing the warmth of his body as he unpacked the bag.
“Is there anything you don’t like?”
“Not with Chinese, other cuisines, yes,” I replied.
“Where shall we eat?” Vortex asked.
“My living room is fine.”
“Go sit down, brave girl, I’ll bring your food in,” Vortex ordered.
“Are you sure?”
“Scram!”
I laughed slightly and headed for the living room. This was a surprise, not an unpleasant one either. I did wonder why Vortex was here…
Maybe he’d tell me after we’d eaten.
Vortex
I’d left the clubhouse with every intention of finding Amy and seeing how she was. The news about the bomb had just broken, so I took a risk, bought food, and headed to her place. Even that was a chance because she might still have been at her fathers’ home. It was a relief to spot the apartment lights. Then self-doubts flitted through me. Would Amy want to see me? I’d never second-guessed myself until now, and I wondered briefly why. Amy had clung to me at the hospital, but that was because I’d found her. Would turning up here make her react badly?
Only one way to find out. I hit the door buzzer and was relieved when Amy let me in. Now I was dishing up food for her and trying not to focus on how pretty she was, or how her ass was a perfect peach. Shit, the woman was grieving, my cock needed to behave itself. I don’t think Amy would appreciate it standing up and saying hello to her.
In an attempt to make it go down, I thought of Kyleah, and my cock instantly behaved. Damn, it seems as if that bitch had some use after all. Grabbing the two plates heaped with food, I carried them into the lounge area where Amy waited for me with a warm smile.
Chapter Six.
Amy
“Thank you for tonight,” I said several hours later.
“You’re welcome. And thanks for the introduction to that comedian. The man’s damn amusing,” Vortex replied.
“Michael McIntyre is hysterical. I love the clip about his wife and sons,” I agreed.
“I don’t often get English humour, but he’s able to carry the distance. Parents across the globe probably agree with that footage. When putting the kids to bed, you start angry! Fuck that was funny.” Vortex chuckled.
He’d been dubious when I put it on, but he’d fallen apart laughing at the man. McIntyre was short, rounded, and very humorous. I’d be checking out more of his shows, that was for certain. From him, we’d moved onto Steve Harvey; now that man was a trip.
“Do you watch many English comedians?”
“Mixed, really. Papa moved around a lot when I was young, and we spent a couple of years in England. But Papa decidedthe constant moving was too much, so we settled in the States properly when I was ten,” I replied.
“You were an army brat?”
“Yup.”
“Do you see your mum?” Vortex asked.
“No. My dads have been together for years. They used a surrogate; it wasn’t a case of one of them marrying a woman and having a kid. Funnily enough, it never hindered Papa’s career. I think he could have maybe gone further, but Papa got his promotions, although he had to work extra hard for them.”
