Tank and I drove in my truck and Basil, Elio and Marlo followed behind us as we drove to the Elders' lair in Chicago. The last time I was there was when I finally met Abeloth and my thoughts turned to Chase suddenly.
“You’re making the right decisions, Ryder,” Tank said suddenly, and I glanced at him.
“I hope so,” I said to him.
“Megan’s good people, you two suit each other,” he said to me.
“Megan’s great,” I said and he smiled.
“Don’t f&ck it up,” he said and I laughed.
“What about you Tank, when are you settling down?” I asked him.
“Probably never, my type isn’t exactly welcome in my world,” he said.
“What’s your type?” I asked him.
“You really don’t know, do you?” he asked.
“Know what?” I asked him.
“My preferred type is men,” he said, and the truck swerved over into the oth
