#Chapter79-03
His little heart had simply broken when I had only laughed at him. Johno, who had the audacity to claim that I was the whipped one, ended up sat in the back with him, offering his shoulder as a place to snuggle, and his phone as a boredom killer.
Clarke had offered to come with us, but I gave the kid a break and told him to take a day. Jonathan was worried about him. He hadn't been his usual pain-in-the-ass self since we had come back from the land of p*****s. I was hoping that a day off would cure him, because otherwise I knew that I would eventually have to talk to him and that sounded about as appealing as skinny dipping with piranhas.
It was a three and a half-hour drive to the sequestered property that Jonathan had found. It was near enough smack bang central between
