The Carrero Effect
Why haven’t I slept?
I know why. Jake left with Daniel, wet with ruffled hair, in sweats and a T-shirt, a towel around his shoulders. He looked — primal. Devastated. I never really understood the bond between him and Daniel Hunter, but it exists. They’re like oil and vinegar, yet they really are best friends. I guess, in his past, he was more like Hunter than I want to admit but I’m glad Jake is nothing like him now.
I doze, finally, warmed by the rising sun, listening to the noise of a boat returning across the soft lapping waves and it pushes me glance up. Startling me from the first stages of slumber as my heart rate elevates.
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