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“Mandy,” I said with a thick layer of suspicion, “you already have your
own fashion house, and I know you don’t have that kind of cash lying
around.”
“Well.” She chewed, swallowed, and pointed her fork at me. “Here’s the
thing…”
After work the next day, I met Amilcar in his Downtown loft. Still in
his creative business casual suit. He ran the tech department for a marketing
firm, doing microtargeting and other less savory stuff I didn’t understand,
which was why he was my go-to as soon as Mandy called and told me who
my potential husband was.
Logan Crowne.
I hadn’t seen him since ninth grade, but least he wasn’t a complete
stranger.
“The first guy I hacked for you was doing shit to you I can’t even talk
about,” Amilcar said, tapping the keyboard in front of four huge screens.
“So if this is a similar situation, I want to know now so I’ll be ready to kill
him.”
“It’s not even close.”
“And you’re not telling me why I’m looking up the dark web’s asshole
for Logan Crowne? Because he’s rich as fuck. The GAC should be dronebombing
his house.”
That was a possible next project. Dropping art from the sky. The idea
wasn’t quite fully formed. It had to be more than litter.
“Not yet.”
“Huh, well…” Pictures of Logan flashed on the center screen. “That is
one handsome motherfucker.”
“He is.”
He’d always been handsome, but the years had strengthened his jaw,
hardening his gaze, and turned a nice-looking adolescent into a stunning
man.
“He makes me wanna fuck.” Amilcar leaned his chair all the way back
to take in the visuals. “True story.”
“Since when do you admit you want to fuck a guy?”