Refired (Recovery Book 1) by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Turtlehat Creatives
Published: 2020-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

14

Josh finished gessoing another set of canvasses while Cy worked, and Zack explored the studio like a giant cat inventorying his lair before heading out back to start the grill.

Weirdos, the lot of them.

“You about ready to break for the night?” He’d taken up Cy’s schedule, going to bed in the wee hours of the morning and sleeping a few hours, getting up for coffee and wandering around town before napping in the sun for another few hours and then getting to work.

Josh found the whole thing fascinating.

“Yeah.” Cypress blinked owlishly, then stretched hard, his clay-covered hands grasping the air.

“I got the canvasses ready for tomorrow.” Eventually he was going to have to go back home. One week had turned into two, and although Zack said there was no pressure, this vacation was going to have to come to an end, one way or another. Thank God for flexible freelance schedules.

Tomorrow.

He’d paint tomorrow, and then they could go.

Josh yawned, trying to push back the thought of how long his nights seemed when all he could do was lie there and think of Kris.

He wasn’t even to the point where he could jack off to thoughts of the son of a bitch. All he could do was remember that last night.

It would change. It had before, but right now, no.

“I put the lawn chairs out, guys, and the fire pit’s going.” Zack’s voice sounded lonely, and Josh headed out to wash up and settle, spend some time with his sponsor, his mentor, his best friend.

“You want to go on a hike in the morning? One more before we head back?” Mornings were Zack’s favorite times, and Josh sort of loved their weird, rambling conversations as they hiked.

“I would love that.” Zack shared a grin with him. “The landscape here is like the moon or something. So cool.”

“Yeah. Everything is different. Fascinating.” Soothing too, bone deep.

“Everything here is just like home.” Cypress sat down, sprawled like a giant gooney bird. “If you find any good rocks, bring them back. I’ve been planning a piece.”

“Okay.” Cypress always had some project in the works. Clay, canvas, or collage. All the good C’s. Josh loved his process, loved to sit and watch Cy work out of the corner of his eye.

More than that, he was painting. Hell, he’d sold two canvasses to tourists wandering by. Two.

Him.

“You two. It’s fascinating to watch y’all work. It’s like… exercise and shit.”

Josh chuckled at Zack. “Did you know if you add ‘and shit’ to the end of a sentence, you sound more gangster?”

Cy snorted. “I thought it was if you added vato….”

“Nah, then you sound like a cholo.” Zack delivered the line in perfect deadpan, and then they all cracked up.

“Nope, that’s Lonan. He’s flannel wearing and all.”

“Lonan?” Zack asked.

“My ex. The one that broke my heart. We all have one, huh?”

Josh nodded, and Zack hummed, completely noncommittal, and went to turn the chicken. Josh knew better; Zack had Ray, a sponsor in AA, a man he loved desperately who just never loved him back the same way.

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