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.Silver wasn t ready for BlueCrab, but that was too much of a dare to ignore. Chipotle chocolate, he told the girl behind the counter. Damn, Eli said,  I ve already had that one.Sometimes Eli took the notion of sharing a little too far.He hemmed and hawed for a fewminutes before deciding on Old Bay-Caramel-Bacon.Silver paid an insane price for two cones, and Eli tugged him toward a plate-sized table andchairs made out of wire. It s too hot to eat ice cream outside.The chairs were about as uncomfortable as they looked, but Silver spun it around to straddleit, and that was better. Mmmm. Eli licked the cream off his lips and pushed his waffle cone toward Silver. Wantsome? I d rather blow a syphilitic wino. Not much money in that. No, thank fuck. Silver shuddered. How s yours? Eli went back to giving enthusiastic head to his unnatural mix of ingredients.The inside of Silver s mouth was on fire, but the chocolate was rich and intense.He kind ofloved it. Not bad.Eli s sneaker thudded into Silver s bare shin. Ow.Eli didn t miss one deep lick of his cone. What are you going to do?Silver stopped rubbing his shin and looked at Eli.Knowing what Eli was asking and knowinghow to answer him were two different things.And it made his brain go back to chasing its tail overwhat Quinn had meant about it not being good for Silver to move in with Zeb as if he d beenplanning on it.Maybe Quinn had been referring to Zeb leaving for two months.Stalling, he lapped at the spicy chocolate, broke off a piece of the waffle cone and chewed.Sweet and still crunchy, it was perfect with the burn on his tongue.Eli paused, ice cream at his lips, looking at Silver through thick dark bangs.It was one hell of asexy look.But it was ice cream, not a dick.And it was Eli, so Silver was relatively immune, if notcompletely unaffected. I mean, since there s not a lot of money in the syphilitic-wino clientele. Eli sucked on hiscone. Not that you can t stay with us for awhile, even after you see the judge. After I see the judge, I might be staying in jail, Eli.Eli flapped his hand like that was impossible. I know Gavin got me a good lawyer, and I owe you both for that, but it doesn t mean I m notgoing to jail.  Kay, but suppose you don t. Eli dropped that part of the argument. You can stay with us.And no matter what the bug up Quinn s ass is about it, I can tell Zeb would be happy to let youstay with him.They were barely at the point where they didn t keep using the past to carve big slices in eachother. Except Zeb s not going to be here much longer. What? Eli s hand slapped down on the table. Where s he going? If Quinn knew  Save the drama, please.Your eight-dollar ice cream cone will melt.Zeb is going back towork at that camp where he met Quinn.I assume your daddy is staying home to tuck you into bedevery night.Eli s cheeks flushed, and he shifted on the chair.Whatever kind of tucking-in had gone on lastnight, it must have been one hell of a time. He s leaving the Friday after my court date.I don t even know if he s keeping his apartment.Guess Quinn wins this round.I won t be moving in with Zeb. Bastard.I hate having to tell Quinn he s right. Eli pouted. And how could Zeb just leaveafter all you guys have been through? I don t know what the fuck s going to happen with Zeb, but if I don t go to jail, I m hoping toget an apartment closer to the restaurant.I can manage a security deposit off what I ve savedsince I went full-time there.Course the lawyer says I ve got to tell  em my real social and startpaying taxes and not get paid under the table. How s that going to go over? The owner s kind of a stoner-hippy type, so if I tell him I was in witness protection, he dprobably buy it.Eli snorted into his puke-colored Old Bay-caramel-bacon ice cream.Spit could only be animprovement. Manager ll be pissed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]