Page 19 of Code Violation

No, Silas. That is just your filthy mind.

Silas

Tomorrow night? We leave for an away series in Buffalo the next day.

I’m ready to back out and scrap the whole idea when my attention snags on the kitchen. He wiped down all the counters and put away the olives too.

Me

Lucky for you, I’m not working tomorrow. Bring the pizza, and you’ve got yourself a deal.

Silas

Should I just go ahead and guess your favorite toppings?

Me

Yeah, and I can grade your choices.

Silas

In the interest of full disclosure, I feel I should be honest. I already know them.

Italian base, green peppers, red onions, spicy ground beef, extra sun-dried tomatoes, extra cheese, and jalapeños because you are a massive freak and like your pizza hot.

Me

I’m the freak? Says the one who can remember my pizza order a whole year after we last ordered one with Kane.

Silas

One: Pizza is important. Two: I notice everything, Vesper. More than you know.

Any more questions before I hit the showers?

Annnd now I’m thinking about my ex’s brother naked.

Me

No.

Silas

Good. Now go and color that mermaid. You have less than thirty-six hours before grading commences.

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Silas

This is not a place where Will would get married.

Or maybe I’m just grumpy as shit after a twenty-five-minute ferry ride to Bainbridge Island, which has left me feeling like I want to puke up my guts.

Boats and I do not get along. I’ve spent the past seven years since I moved to Seattle avoiding them, but I couldn’t exactly say no to my teammate. He needs another opinion on the wedding venue he plans to surprise Drew with.

While Will and Mason explore the rope bridge, where vows are exchanged over a five-hundred-foot drop, I check out one of the tree houses, where guests can stay the night. This place is a weekend venue, and while, at face value, it’s rustic and buried in woodland, it’s steeped in luxury.