Carrion (The Bren Watts Diaries #1)

Chapter 114

Day 93: July 10th, Saturday

BREN

Jun stood waiting below the ladder while I climbed down, eyes darting back and forth between me and the parking garage where Logan had entered. Thankfully, he didn't ask what was said between Logan and me or what the fuck had happened, especially where my lips had almost touched...

"The others are almost ready," said Jun, breaking me out of the mental image, which was still fresh in my mind, like I was still there, could still feel his touch, his breath...

"Okay," was all I could manage.

Jun looked at me for a second, then nodded. I felt a little self-conscious that he's probably judging me. The silent ones were always the most irritating, the ones that were hard to shake off. Of course, it was better if Jun said it to my face, but I wouldn't ask for it. No way. And I am not letting Jun judge me for what happened between Logan and me.

I think I had too much to drink, Logan had said.

Well, did he?

"What are we going to do with Randy? Hours passed. A lot can happen," Jun asked.

Yes. Problems. Things I can solve right now. Something that could distract me. "Let's keep an eye out. I don't want to give them weapons yet even though they had asked for it."

"Hm."

I paused. "Do you have something?"

"It's better to give them weapons. We are entering a big city, and eight of us can't protect twenty-seven other people simultaneously."

I nodded. I was afraid of that. "Then, we spread out. I don't want to, but we have no choice. At least we can give guns to those we trust the most and know how to use them. I don't want an accidental bullet lodged on my back."

"Trust?"

"Within reason, of course."

"Then I will make a careful list for your consideration in a few minutes."

"Uh, thanks, Jun. But that won't be necessary."

"No, please. Allow me."

"Well, alright. Just be discreet about it. I don't want them to think I'm picking favorites."

"But we are."

"Yes...but, I don't want them to think I am."

Jun paused to think about it. "Oh. Okay."

Problems. Problems to solve. Yes, good.

My thoughts went to Logan again. How was he feeling now? He fucking tried to kiss me. Did I dream all that? No. I most certainly did not. I was tempted to ask Jun to pinch me, but that's too overdramatic, and he would only ask more questions. I sucked it up and strode toward the parking garage, following Logan's trail while Jun walked with me. Should I pretend nothing happened? I wondered.

Yes.

I fucking should. Oh, God. This is gonna be awkward.

Once we reached the upper floor, everyone was packed and ready, though some were still finishing their breakfast. I was glad they had cleaned out the pot since leaving out scraps was a sad waste. I had asked Miguel to cook a somewhat bigger meal than what he used to make for us, and he took that as a challenge from Cora's tiny kitchen. We had enough power for the stove and the oven after all the sunshine we had. At least everyone was satisfied to have a hot and fulfilling meal, so if anyone's plotting anything malicious against me, they couldn't argue I wasn't skirting on feeding them.