Page 106 of Sinful Like Us

He cups her ass with two hands, holding her like I’m holding Jane, only she bounces on his lap to the beat of the music, and he sings the blaring song with Luna.

If Maximoff sees this, he might flip his shit.

I don’t stare long, and I force a strict, stoic face and wipe away shock. I’m hopingno onenotices them. Especially Epsilon.

“You okay?” Maximoff asks me.

I swallow the haggis down. “Yeah.” It tastes fine to me, but I doubt Jane will like this meat. “We can see.” I grab more haggis. “Jane.”

“Mmmh?” She lifts her head.

I hold the meat to her lips. “Take a bite.”

She chomps like a tiny animal, then crinkles her nose and spits it off her tongue.

We laugh.

“Did you pack any lunchmeat on you?” Farrow asks me seriously. Which surprises me because Farrow and SFO have been ribbing me about the ham and turkey I bought when we landed.

I’m six-seven.

I’m fucking hungry during long travels, and yeah, I stuffed a package of lunchmeat in my winter jacket and kept pulling out slices to eat.

Which is why they were losing their shit in laughter. And I caught my lip rising a few times. Receiving the wise-cracks and light-hearted jabs with no malice attached—it feels unreal, and I’m not sure I deserve the brotherhood that I hurt. But every day I plan to prove them, and myself, that I do.

The only bad thing: it dawned on me too late that Banks would never carry lunchmeat in his jacket.

And now Tony thinks he does.

I hate that.

“I brought some on the drive here,” I confirm. “It’s in my jacket.”

After Maximoff finds a pack of turkey in the pocket, I roll a slice and feed my girlfriend. She takes tiny nibbles and chews with a smile.

The pub suddenly quiets.

Everyone stares at the television that sits above the fireplace.

Jack Highland raises the volume, and a haunting cover of the song “What A Wonderful World” plays over a montage of clips.

Ryke Meadows and Loren Hale are running at dusk.

Lily Calloway stares strong but tear-streaked in the camera.

Rose Calloway’s iconic black heels clap along a sterile hallway, and the image pans back to show another pair of feet. Sandals. Daisy Calloway walks with Rose, the sisters holding hands.

It cuts to Connor Cobalt in a crisp expensive suit. He opens a door, and on the other side are flashes of images that I remember.

Some, I was a witness to. Some, I’m in as background. As a bodyguard.

Charlie stands on the orchestra stage during the celebrity auction. Back in May.

Sullivan peels off swim goggles in a pool.

Eliot falls to his knees at a theater performance, pain in his face.

“No, no, no.” Lily’s voice, lurched with fear, bleeds over the images.