Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 113617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Heddy was about to answer, but I was so stunned at what Harvey said, I turned my head Duncan’s way and asked, “You’re a vegetarian?”
He opened his mouth.
But Harv answered.
“Mostly. Something about methane. I can coax him into a burger every once in a while. And chicken, if he’s assured they’re free range.”
“I can speak for myself too, Harvey, and it’s not just methane,” Duncan said to Harv and turned to me. “It’s the rain forest.”
“Of course,” I murmured.
“Since we got a veggie amongst us, we’ll do the brie nachos and falafel too,” Heddy decreed, then queried of Harv. “You down with that, big man?”
“For starters,” he allowed.
“Liquid Amber,” Duncan stated his drink preference when the waitress cast her gaze his way.
“I’ll get those drinks in and your tapas out when they’re up,” she promised and took off.
Heddy instantly turned to me. “Speaking of the rain forest. Do you remember that dress you wore to that fundraiser to save it?” She didn’t let me answer. She turned her attention to the gents. “She looked beautiful.” She then homed in on Duncan. “And she gave, like, I don’t know…a bazillion dollars to that charity.”
“Heddy,” I hissed.
When I received her gaze, it was all innocence. “What? You did.”
I ignored her, turned to Harv and began to explore new territory in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
“So, Harv, what do you do?”
He jerked a thumb at Duncan. “Work with this guy. I’m his COO.”
“Oh,” I mumbled.
Perhaps we were in new territory.
But not the right territory.
“Best gig I ever had,” Harv stated. “We were friends, see. Been friends years. Back then, I managed a pro shop. Made shit…’scuse my French, money. But that shop was in the shitter, ’scuse my French again, when I started there. Bitched, damn, ’scuse my French again, to Bowie the whole time about the hassle it was. He gave me a couple pointers, which were helpful. The story is longer, due to the fact the employees were a pack of hyenas, but makin’ it short, after I turned it around, he poached me.” Big grin. “The owners were ticked. The history of that shop was not good, they were finally turning a profit, and their manager is gone. Though, big risk for Bowie, seein’ as there’s a difference between managing one little shop and overseeing the operations of fifteen huge ones. Though that was then. Now we got seventy-five.”
He turned to Duncan and gravely bowed his head.
And then kept talking.
“My wife thanks you, seein’ as she’s toolin’ around in a shiny new GMC and not that crappy ten-year-old minivan. And my daughters thank you, seein’ as they won’t have to sell a kidney to go to college, and they found it embarrassing, being ferried around in that crappy ten-year-old minivan.”
Duncan said nothing to Harvey.
He turned and said it to me.
“We have a River Rain here in Prescott. It’s not far, though if I take you now to get you some waders, something I think we both need considering how deep it’s getting out here, we’ll miss the goat cheese.”
It came out before I could stop it.
A rush of laughter.
This was something else I had not forgotten about Duncan.
How funny he could be.
And how much I’d loved I had a guy who could make me laugh.
I managed to get a handle on it as fast as I could.
But I would find it wasn’t fast enough.
For when I was done, Heddy had a gleeful expression, Harv had a hopeful one…
And Duncan’s eyes were soft and warm on me.
God.
“Okay, there’s an elephant on the patio, and before that bastard sits on us,” Harv started, attention on me, “he’s my boy so I’m his boy and she’s your girl so you’re her girl and we all obviously know what’s goin’ on here so I’ll just say it. Your dead friend was an asshole. He did you so dirty, it’s killin’ me he’s dead so I can’t track his ass down and choke the life outta him. But that said, I’m glad you two are gonna have the chance to talk things out.”
“I, well—” I didn’t quite begin.
“Me too,” Heddy chimed in.
“You wanna give it a rest?” Duncan said words directed at his friend that seemed like a suggestion, but the tone in which they were spoken stated clearly they were not.
“I am giving it a rest,” Harv replied. “Is Beth here?”
“Jesus Christ, if you call her—” Duncan clipped.
“I’m not above it,” Harv stated. “The threat is real, my man. So get with the program.” He lifted an exceptionally large hand and whirled it over the table. “Talk amongst yourselves. I’m sure me and Heddy got all sorts we can gab about.”
He then went so far as to turn a mountainous shoulder to the table and lean toward Heddy, who did the same damned thing.