“I Don’t Trust Your Ideas”
ground patrol had proved ineffective- arrested in London
- You think your great big husband will protect you?
- Six hours after injection
- you’re never going to win the lottery
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“I don’t trust your ideas,” Tessa spat. “Not after London.”
I winced, remembering how my idea for ground patrol had proved ineffective during the Barclay’s bank heist, leading to Tessa being arrested in London, and John and me in Birmingham. The charges hadn’t stuck, but it had been an unpleasant couple of weeks for the three of us and apparently Tessa held a grudge.
“Things are different now,” I said.
“I should have listened to John all those years ago when he tried to warn me about you. He was there at our wedding you know, trying to talk me out of it. He said, ‘You think your great big husband will protect you? That asshole only wants to get into your pants. You don’t believe me? Go ahead and marry him. Six hours after injection, or ejaculation, or whatever you want to call it, he’ll be out the door. Girls always want to be lucky in love, but you Tessa, you’re never going to win the lottery.'” She turned back to glare daggers at me. “And he was right.”
“That wasn’t a real wedding, babe. You know that! It was all part of the plan.”
“Your plans suck. This time it’s my turn to be in charge. Now here’s what we’ll do…”
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