~ RIG ~
“Yo, Rig. What’s going on? Why weren’t you at the seminar this morning?” Charlie asked from the couch where he and Jack were sprawled playing video games as I walked into the house, very tense, a few minutes later.
I wanted to growl, but just shrugged and kept walking towards the kitchen. “Nothing, I just needed to get out.”
“You weren’t at lunch either, though,” Jack pointed out.
I rubbed my face and walked to the fridge, considering a beer. It was early, but the last glow of sunlight would die in the room soon as the autumn day passed into twilight.
“I’m tired. I took a day off.”
“Is our fearless leader worried about losing a certain bet?” Mack laughed, appearing from the hallway. “You should be. I’ve been working on Cara. Something’s up with our little pet.”
