Chapter Ten Si
Si got out another couple of beers from the fridge. Drinking with Zig probably wasn’t the best idea right now, or ever, come to that. But Si was buggered if he was gonna do this stone-cold sober. Whatever this was.
He wasn’t daft. Well, not all the time, anyhow.
He could tell Zig was coming on to him. And it was working, because, well, Zig.
It was just so bloody good to see him again.
All them thoughts he’d had about Zig over the years .
. . They hadn’t been happy thoughts. Si wouldn’t have been at all surprised to hear Zig had ended up in prison—or worse.
Truth be told, it was a relief and then some to see him looking so well, and smiling that smile of his.
Si would simply have to remember it didn’t mean nothing, not to Zig.
But why was he here? Now? It had to be trouble, had to be. There was no way Zig had spent the last six years pining over his teenage sweetheart. Nobody was daft enough to do that. Present company excepted, of course.
Si laughed bitterly under his breath as he reached for the bottle opener. Thing was, Zig had always been able to make him feel like he was the centre of the bloody world. Like it was only the two of them, and no one and nothing else mattered.
Except they did, didn’t they? Family mattered. Friends mattered. And when he’d found out what Zig had been up to when Si wasn’t with him . . .
Didn’t feel so good then, did you?
Si shook his head, cracked open the beers, and headed back to his sofa. And Zig.