I was half-tempted to bang my head against the brick wall too. Was tonight a dream? It sure felt like it, because the impossible had just happened.
Gabe had flown down to the pits of hell, bargained for his soul back, won, and returned to make amends.
Huh. Apparently miracles did happen.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I was whistling. Dear God save us all from such a fate. When grown men whistle you know something’s up. Yet, I couldn’t find it in me to stop… whistling or smiling. And for the first time in years when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t wince. I… smiled. —Gabe H.
Gabe
“Either you fell off the wagon or you got some.” Wes’s voice said behind me. I jumped and nearly face planted against the mirror in the bathroom. It had been a week since my dinner with Saylor and things felt… normal. For once in a really long time, I looked in the mirror and I wasn’t met with a scowl, but a freaking smile.
“Do you knock?”
“No.” He made himself comfortable against the wall and smirked. “Not since my best friend started acting like a total lunatic… I feel like a damn babysitter. Don’t make me get you a bodyguard.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Then again you know all about that headache.” He whistled and examined his nails.
“Wes…” I groaned and stared at him through the reflection in the mirror. “I’m not high, I didn’t have sex. I’m just… feeling better.”
His chest puffed up as a cocky grin appeared across his face, “Would this have anything to do with a certain individual whose name starts with an S?”
“Oh, look at the time. You need to go. I have to get dressed, and for the last time, no, you may not see me naked.”
“Hurts, dude.” He thumped his own chest. “Right here.”
“Play fair.” I narrowed my eyes.
“Sharp pain.” He winced.
“Son of a bitch. You’re a pain in my ass.”
“So?” He grinned.
“What? Your heart feel all better now?”
“Oohhh.” He bent over a bit.
“Yes. Okay? Happy?”
“Healed.” He jumped to his feet. “Oh, and thanks for being honest with me after I begged you for five minutes.”
“Three minutes.”
“I’ll give you four.”
“Wes?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not ready. Not now. To tell you everything, but… my dad, did he — did he say anything?”
Wes sighed heavily, all traces of amusement gone. “No, he was looking for you under your real name. The one on your license.”
I felt cold all over. With a shudder I exhaled.