The Last Girl's

Chapter 23

Fatigue gets up to speed to me when I get back. I get similar to the parlor before imploding face-first onto the couch and falling into rest. I stir hours after the fact, with James stooping adjacent to me, pushing my shoulder.

"Hello," he says, concern writ enormous all over. "You alright?"

I sit up, eyes blurred, squinting at the late-evening sun pouring through the window. "I'm fine. Just drained."

"Where's Mack?"

"Out," I say.

"Out?"

I am investigating the city.

James gives me a peck on the lips. "A slant I know well. Which implies we ought to go out, as well."

He makes a decent attempt to behave like he concocted the thought on the spot, even though I can identify his practiced excitement without much of a stretch. He's been hanging tight for a sans Mack second for quite