By the time he dragged his exhausted body home, Russ and I were already gone.
Russ said he wanted to see the stars. I took time off work and flew with him to Hawaii.
After we got back, Job and I were both buried in work. He still had Kay to look after, and I had Russ. Somehow, we didn't see each other even once.
After coming home for the thirty-seventh time to find me gone, Job finally snapped.
He had someone dig up everything there was to know about Russ Harding.
The moment he laid eyes on the file, he couldn't help but swear.
"Son of a bitch. He's three years older than me, and he has the nerve to call me 'bro'?"
He cursed for a good long while before finally reading on.
The further he got, the darker his expression became.
Halfway through, he dropped everything on his schedule and drove home.
I was at work. Kay was at the hospital. Russ was the only one in the house.
Job didn't alert anyone. He crept to the bedroom door and pushed it open silently.
His eyes went wide with shock.
Russ was in there, putting in colored contacts.
