Chapter 1
J.T.
I’ll admit it.
Being interrogated about my love life by a 5’5, beautiful, light honey brown skinned woman proudly sporting an “In Spock We Trust” crop top is not at all how I saw this weeklong nerd event going.
I’m not complaining.
I’m simply saying.
Noting.
Putting it in the Captain’s Log – for my fellow Trekkies out here – or secretary notes – for my business crowd companions – or even the side panels – for my fellow comic book warriors like my best friend who is seething that I’m on a tropical resort vacation withhiswife who just so happens to be my other best friend.
This isreallyfucking unexpected.
Even for me.
“You’re here alone…” confirms the brown eyed beauty at the same time she leans one arm onto the outdoor-beach side bar top, “but you’re notalone? You’re waiting for someone?”
Waiting seems like an oversell.
Brynley Winters Wilcox – the spouse to my aforementioned best friend as well as business associate –saidshe’d meet me down here.
Eventually.
She insisted on a mimosa-induced nap first.
Which I couldn’t argue with.
I mean…I probably could’ve.
I’m quite persuasive.
Especially in the boardroom where it matters.
I’ve initiated and closed more deals than I’ll ever get credit for – since it’s technically notmy nameon the enterprise – so I guess a more accurate statement would be that I optedoutof arguing with her.
Afterall, the chick’s been on a long, warp speed, put everyone else first journey for quite a bit.
It’s about time she’s given an uninterrupted moment alone to rest and rub one out.
And I’m only privy to the last bit of information because I swear to the Gorn Captain that womanlivesto make other people squirm.
Or maybe just me and Wes.
Or maybe just Wes.
Definitely Wes.
She’s been doing it since the day they met.
Er.
Sort of met.
They’ve got an unconventional love story.
