Wild Like Us by Krista Ritchie & Becca Ritchie

Author:Krista Ritchie & Becca Ritchie [Ritchie, Krista & Ritchie, Becca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781950165247
Publisher: K.B. Ritchie

27

BANKS MORETTI

Firewood and branches pile high in Sulli’s arms. I grip an axe and a bunch of wood, while Akara glares at me and then Sulli. I’d say Yellowstone Country is beautiful this evening with the yellows and oranges cresting the horizon as the October season descends on Montana, but the more beautiful thing is Akara’s annoyance.

Love to push his buttons and see him switch from friend to shut up, Banks, and it’s been too easy lately. Strangely enough, it has nothing to do with Sulli.

“This is ridiculous. I can carry a log,” he combats.

“I know you can,” Sulli says. “But that doesn’t mean you should.”

I crack a lopsided smile. “What she said.”

Akara gives me a look. “It’s been seven days since Farrow stitched me.”

“And I’m no doctor, but as far as I know, if you’ve got stitches, you can still break them open.” I nod to him. “I’ll let you hold my logs once they’re out.”

Akara shoots me a blunt, fuck you look, then whips out his phone as we make our way back to camp.

I try not to laugh too much. “Who are you texting?”

Sulli steps over a fallen tree trunk.

“Farrow,” Akara says. “I’m asking to get them removed tonight.”

He was supposed to get his stitches out tomorrow. I laugh. “Asking or commanding?”

Akara’s not the kind of person to ask permission for something he wants, even if it’s from a doctor.

He doesn’t reply to that, just keeps texting.

Sulli and I share a smile. These past seven days have been comical seeing Akara out of his element. Taking a small step back in terms of physical labor has put him in a fucking tizzy. No lifting. No carrying a backpack. Per his doctor’s orders.

Sometimes I wonder if he’d be okay with using this time to catch up on work—send emails, make business calls, all that paper-pushing shit—if he weren’t competing for Sulli’s time. But it’s not like he’s ordered me to go the fuck away.

Akara has the power to say, Banks, your detail is changing. I’m transferring you to Maximoff for the rest of the trip.

It’d be understandable. Farrow is on the med team. As SFO’s glorified floater, I’ve floated over to Maximoff’s detail pretty often so Farrow could take med calls.

No way in hell am I complaining about Akara’s insistence to keep me on Sulli’s detail with him. I don’t want to be anywhere else. It crashes against me. Because I’ve never cared too much about where I’m told to go, I just go.

For once, I want to be rooted to something.

To someone.

Akara makes a frustrated noise at his phone.

“What?” Sulli asks.

“He’s not replying.” Akara touches his mic, and I can hear him through my earpiece. “Akara to Farrow, what’s your location? I need these stitches out tonight.”

Christ help me, I struggle not to laugh.

Farrow’s reply is quick. “You’re getting them removed tomorrow morning, Kitsuwon. See you at seven a.m.”

Akara huffs.

Sulli looks to me since she can’t hear through the mic.

“Farrow didn’t budge,” I tell her. “Oh-seven-hundred, we’re getting our old Akara back.

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