Chapter 13John
“No, Beck, it wasn’t like that, come on!” Harper crooned plaintively into his phone. “I swear, I didn’t mean to not tell you—”
John could hear the rumble of Beck’s irritated voice on the other side of the line but was glad he couldn’t understand what he was saying. He glanced at Venkat, who was shifting his backpack full of snacks onto both shoulders. John asked, “Shall we?”
“Is he gonna be okay?” Vee nodded at Harper, grimacing.
“Baby, please—” Harper was cut off again. He flung himself into the loveseat. “No, don’t hang up, just wait a minute. I was never in danger, I swear! If you’d just let me—”
John made a face. “I mean. Yeah. But he’s gonna get torn a new asshole first.”
“Poor guy.” Venkat bit at his bottom lip, shooting a concerned look at Harper.
John felt kin
