Head Games (Wages of Sin Book 3) by Neve Wilder & Onley James

Author:Neve Wilder & Onley James [Wilder, Neve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

14

Soren

“How about we just go in there and have us a drink, then walk right back out and go home.” Home. Soren frowned as Toby snorted softly. That wasn’t right. Home. It had just slipped out. Soren hadn’t had a home in years. Hadn’t wanted one, either. Glasses had just gotten him all addled with that business in the kitchen.

The neon sign of Rafferty’s cast blobby red reflections upon the wet sidewalk. Soren might’ve considered the bloody-looking pools ominous if he were a superstitious guy. His gaze moved to the cozy glow emanating from one of the front windows. A lively bar scene was visible through the glass, the tables and bar packed.

“What’s your fave drink, Doc?” Soren slanted a sidelong look at Tobias, who seemed reluctantly amused. Soren liked that look on him, how it made just the very corners of his lips tilt upward. “I’m guessing it’s not a Long Island. Or a piña colada.”

Toby burst into a laugh, then seemed surprised by it, like he didn’t do it that often. Soren liked that, too. “I’ve never had a piña colada in my life.”

“Purist,” Soren accused, then stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Yeah, that makes sense, though. How about Scotch? Neat. Sometimes, a smoky bourbon. Maybe, maybe,” he drew the word out, “a nice rye. Also on the rocks. One finger. Nothing crazy.”

“That’s an easy guess.” Toby sniffed dismissively.

“Is it?” Soren hid his grin as he scanned the parking lot. Looked like a regular Thursday night to him, but you never knew.

“Sure. You thought to yourself, ‘what would a man trying to play the role of an upstanding professional choose to drink?’ same as I did.”

“Fair.” This time, there was no hiding his grin. The doc always seemed one step ahead of him, surprising him in ways Soren would usually find intimidating or annoying. “You know for as smart as you are, I’d think there’d be some aberrations in there. Some little quirks like everyone has. Average is just a concept, right? Not a reality. Too average is just as suspicious as out of the ordinary.”

Toby’s gaze sharpened upon him, amusement giving way to a focused edge. Then he smiled an enigmatic smile that captured Soren’s attention and wouldn’t let go. “I’ve tossed some quirks in there. You’ve just not picked up on them yet.”

Soren pondered that statement all the way to the door of the pub, wondering which of Toby’s eccentricities were real and which were a masquerade. He found himself wondering over it more and more frequently lately, and fuck, if it didn’t niggle at him trying to figure it out. Toby’s occasional sidelong glances as they crossed the parking lot said he realized exactly what was going on and was enjoying it.

Soren flashed him a scowl without much heat behind it, then opened the door to the pub as they embarked on one of the most hare-brained schemes he’d participated in for at least a decade.

The combination of perfumes, colognes, and sweat inside the packed pub

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