What does he have to lose?
“Hey, old man!” Aron shouts. Damn it, Aron…”Did anybody tell you that you kind of look like a sheep?” He smirks and ignores the anger on the top guy’s face. “Not a ram, you understand. A sheep.”
There a moment when Zach would swear that the silence is loud. He closes his eyes in a slow blink. It can’t be as crazy as he thinks—and he is ready to think it’s catastrophic—because it’s Aron’s plan, but damn it, Zach would rather have gone through this without the possibility of a heart attack.
Aron’s right, though. Zach would have definitely needed details and it wasn’t looking likely that they’d have had time for them. So…Zach understands but he’d have liked it if things hadn’t turned out like that.
The silence stretches, Zach forcibly slows down his breathing, r
