Added Money
By Chris Owen
Gideon
closed his eyes and groaned as he heard his brother come into
their trailer. He'd hoped to be long gone before Justice got
back, if only to avoid the millions of questions about where
he was going. No such luck, apparently. He looked into the tiny
bathroom's equally tiny mirror and decided he was about as presentable
as he was going to get, and took a deep breath. He'd shaved
close, used some new aftershave, and his hair had been trimmed
a few days earlier so he didn't look like a blond scarecrow
anymore. It would be fine.
He could
hear Justice singing to himself as he moved around; there wasn't
any chance at all that he'd be able to sneak out or slip by
him. He'd just have to be strong and take the questions—and
the teasing. Damn him for sharing space with Justice, anyway.
He left
the bathroom and headed for the door, scooping up his keys on
his way. "See you later," he said, walking fast. "Don't
wait up."
Justice
blocked the door so fast Gideon was left sighing and blinking.
"You
look nice," Justice said, leaning in. "Smell good,
too." He took a long sniff and grinned, his eyes full of
speculation. "What's her name?"
"Never
you mind," Gideon said, trying to push past his brother.
The last thing he wanted was an interrogation; lies always made
him feel guilty and he just wanted to have a good time without
stress and worry. "I'm going to be late, Jus."
Justice
relented a little, backing away. "At least tell me what
she looks like and what's got you spinning so bad. You look
like you've gone to a fair amount of trouble. New jeans?"
"Just
clean." Gideon reached for his hat and weighed how much
to say against the trouble of not saying anything at all. "Tall,"
he offered. "Short dark curls, and an amazing ass."
"And
you met her when, exactly? We've been in town less than two
days and you have an actual real live date?" Justice grinned
at him. "This wouldn't be an imaginary friend would it?"
Gideon snorted.
"You were the one with imaginary friends."
"So?
Where did you meet her?"
He knew
he was stuck until he gave up some answers; Justice was like
a dog with a bone about things he thought he had every right
to know. "Montana," Gideon said finally. "We
met in Montana. And again in Utah, then in Montana again."
Justice
raised an eyebrow. "She follows the circuit?"
Gideon nodded
and moved to the door again. "I'm going to be late, Jus."
Justice
stepped back and grabbed Gideon's hat off its hook. "Hey,"
he said seriously as he set it on Gideon's head. "I need
you in good shape tomorrow, little brother. Might be nice to
win one this time."
There wasn't
much chance of winning, but a decent showing would be welcome.
"I'll be ready in the morning," he said, as seriously
as Justice. "Promise."
Justice
pulled the door open and swept his arm toward the opening. "Don't
let me keep you, then. And don't do anythig I wouldn't do."
Gideon rolled
his eyes. He was pretty sure Justice would never even dream
about what he was hoping to do to that amazing ass he'd been
thinking about all day. "Right," he said, stepping
out. "I'll keep that in mind." |
