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And why I hate the fact that it probably can’t be.

Chapter 4

J.T.

I stop pressing the Enterprise shaped cookie cutter firmly into the plate-sized pancake to find Bryn’s crystal gaze. “You can’t possibly be serious.”

“You better be talking about my choice of activities today andnotabout the amount of syrup I’m putting on my ship,” sasses the woman on the resort couch across from me.

“It looks like when it was submerged in the ocean on Nibiru.”

“Star Trek Into Darknessisstillthe greatestStar Trekmovie in the Kelvin timeline.”

“Eh…” interjects Nevin Singh, my personal security guard, summoning our glares over to the chaise lounge he’s relaxing on. “Beyondwas better.”

“Come on, dude,” leaves me at the same time I abandon the tool to reach for my vibrating phone. “Youcan’t be serious right now.”

“You three areseriouslygiving me a headache,” Jeffrey Hurst, or Lurch as Bryn prefers to call her security member, sighs. “This is too much nerd for those of us not invested in this nerd shit.”

“How isyourlack of good tasteourfault?” Bryn sneers on a giant bite of her syrup-soaked ship.

He doesn’t bother arguing.

Just grunts.

Resumes his silent, lurking demeanor.

That’s the thing about the guy.

He’s nailed the whole seen but not heard in a room thing.

Singh hasn’t.

However, he’s also more open to standing down in a crowded vicinity than Hurst is.

Like yesterday.

Which is how I ended up getting the world’s best blow job in a mini golf supply closet.

The fist bump Bryn delivered over cold beers and Pike pepperoni pizza was epic.

“How canyoutaste anything besides syrup?” I playfully poke while swiping open the work text on my phone.

“How come you can barely do anything besides work?” Peering up has me watching her suck the sticky mixture off her thumb. “It’s very Wes of you.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“Still very Wes.”

“We’re on a launch deadline.”

“Extra Wes.”

“No one else can handle this but me.”

“Greatwhitehavemercy, dude,” she open mouth snickers prior to having another bite. “It’s like there’s two of him.”

Whatever retort I prepare to throw out is cut short by my vibrating device.