Chapter 11 Talen
Fuzzy Britches,
Happy Annulment Day! See the attached document which annuls that shitshow of a marriage contract. The agency apologizes for the “profound misunderstanding” but I’m more interested in a refund.
-G
“You are thinking of your female,” Charl said.
“I am not.” He was, but he refused to admit that to Charl.
“You’re smitten as a kitten.” Charl grinned, pleased at his joke.
“That’s not amusing,” Talen grumbled. He wasn’t thinking about Georgia, much, or the shift in the dynamic between them.
“Yes, it is. Very. I am extremely clever. You, being an uneducated heathen, can’t possibly appreciate my wit.”
“You think a boot to the a*s will show you my appreciation? Get to work. I don’t actually pay you to mock me.”
Charl laughed. He sat on the floor; a chair ove
