Together -- Chapter 37

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Max asked Becky a week later as Becky packed some stuff into a bag.

“Yeah,” Becky said. “You heard the argument I had with Zack. He thought I should leave Seattle and I didn’t think that it was necessary since White most likely thinks that I’m dead. We compromised and I’ll leave town but only for a few weeks or a month or two at the most. I’ll be back, Max. Hell, I would have already left if I hadn’t gone into heat a few days ago.”

“I still wish that you weren’t leaving Seattle at all,” Max said.

“I know,” Becky said. “It’s not gonna be bad. You’ve got my cell number if you need anything and besides.” She grinned wickedly. “Zack will be coming back in a few days and you’ll have my apartment all to yourselves...”

Max flipped Becky off. “We’re not up to that stage of our relationship and you know it.”

“I know,” Becky said. “But it’s every little sister’s solemn duty to tease about her older sibling’s relationship. It’s one of those unwritten laws. I’ll bet you anything that when you eventually meet up with Krit and Syl again, you won’t give Krit a moment’s peace about it.”

“Speaking of relationships...” Max began.

Becky rolled her eyes. “Geez, Max, for the millionth time, I don’t think of Jeff that way. He’s only a friend. He is hot, but he’s only a friend.”

“I got you to admit that he’s hot,” Max said triumphantly.

“That’s nothing,” Becky said. “All X-series males are or will be hot when they grow up. Hell, even Alec’s hot.”

“True,” Max conceded. “Personally...”

“Ewww! He’s my brother!” Becky protested. “If you want to go there, I can only imagine...”

“Ha, ha, ha,” Max said. She rolled her eyes. “Very funny.”

“Thank you,” Becky said.

“So, what’s your agenda for this road trip?” Max asked. “Checking in on your sibs again?”

“That’s part of it,” Becky agreed. “I already know that Maggie’s okay, and I’ll check on Kyle and Kevin and Xavier again. I swear, I was gonna kill Kevin when he told me he met up with Kyle in Vegas when Kyle went down there to make some quick cash and that they’re sharing that apartment in Reno. But it’s only the two of them and I was the one to say no more than three per group when we all split getting away from the fire.” She shook her head. “It’s not just the fact that there are two of us in one place, I mean, there’s you and I and Jeff and Alec and occasionally Zack and Maggie here, but it’s Kevin and Kyle.”

“I totally know what you mean,” Max said. “Having Krit and Zane and Wayne together could drive a person crazy.”

“Zane and Wayne?” Becky repeated.

“Yep,” Max said. “Wayne said he’d picked his name after he’d heard guards talking about that cowboy guy, but I think he picked it because it rhymed with Zane and he knew that would drive Zane nuts.”

“Boys,” Becky said, shaking her head.

“What about us?”

Becky jumped and turned around. “Jeff! What are you doing here?”

“Going with you,” Jeff said. “Hi, Max.”

“Hey, Jeff,” Max said.

“Going with me?” Becky repeated. “What about your job?”

“I quit,” Jeff said, shrugging. “The boss was an asshole.”

“You don’t have to come with me,” Becky said.

“I don’t mind,” Jeff said. “I don’t have much else to do right now around Seattle. Besides, wouldn’t you like company?”

“Okay,” Becky admitted. “I guess it wouldn’t be so bad to have some company on the road.”

“Awesome,” Jeff said.

Max grinned. “I guess it is a good thing that your heat’s done and over with, huh, Becky?”

Becky glared at Max while Jeff just blushed. “Yeah, it is a good thing.” She turned to Jeff. “You set to go?”

“Yeah, my stuff’s right here and my bike’s chained up outside,” Jeff said.

“Great,” Becky said. “My bike’s in the other room.”

“You keep your bike in your apartment?” Jeff said.

“She does, too,” Becky said, pointing to Max. “In fact, her old roommate used to use it as a clothesline.”

Jeff laughed. “Wow.”

“It wasn’t funny,” Max insisted.

“Sure,” Becky said, smirking. She walked into her spare bedroom and walked her motorcycle out. She bent down to pick up her bag. “I guess we should be leaving, then.”

“Have a good trip,” Max said. “Call if you need anything, okay?”

“I will,” Becky promised. She and Jeff left.