11-22-2016, 03:23 AM
Fife jumped, startled to be addressed by the larger man, so focused was he on Link. He flexed his shoulders anxiously and shook his head. "Link can go on a walk if he wants. It's just . . . weird, I dunno," he muttered. He was further startled when he was asked to go on his own walk. Very strange indeed. He figured this guy must be Bryce's manager . . . maybe his bodyguard. He was probably trying to give Bryce time alone with Link.
He stood, brushing imaginary wrinkles out of his gray scrub bottoms. "Sure, yeah. We can go look at the . . ." Probably not the pools. Too many wet, half-naked bodies that were more muscular and mouth-watering than his own. "The gardens. Yeah, the gardens are pretty this time of year."
He led him to the green courtyards that surrounded the back half of the compound. It was meant to give the Breeders a sense of peace, something beautiful when they looked out their windows. It smelled warm and green, and the sunlight in Fife's blond hair seemed to illuminate it even more. "I planted these," he said, gesturing to a line of straight, red tulips.
Link reached up and easily pulled an underripe apple off one of the lower branches. He inspected it, trying to get a feel for how the apples would develop as time went on. He tossed it to Bryce, chuckling.
"A jail cell, huh? A troublemaker, are you?" He laughed a little deeper, his voice like honey and bourbon. He turned his face toward the sun, briefly enjoying the warmth on his face before casting a sidelong smirk at Bryce. "A troublemaker by nature? Or does it come with being a rock star?"
At Bryce's question, he chuckled again and shrugged his broad shoulders. "I was a troublemaker in my own right. Went into the Breeding Program to keep out of a 25 year sentence. Pretty simple, really. Met Fife, and I've been babysitting the brat ever since."
He stood, brushing imaginary wrinkles out of his gray scrub bottoms. "Sure, yeah. We can go look at the . . ." Probably not the pools. Too many wet, half-naked bodies that were more muscular and mouth-watering than his own. "The gardens. Yeah, the gardens are pretty this time of year."
He led him to the green courtyards that surrounded the back half of the compound. It was meant to give the Breeders a sense of peace, something beautiful when they looked out their windows. It smelled warm and green, and the sunlight in Fife's blond hair seemed to illuminate it even more. "I planted these," he said, gesturing to a line of straight, red tulips.
Link reached up and easily pulled an underripe apple off one of the lower branches. He inspected it, trying to get a feel for how the apples would develop as time went on. He tossed it to Bryce, chuckling.
"A jail cell, huh? A troublemaker, are you?" He laughed a little deeper, his voice like honey and bourbon. He turned his face toward the sun, briefly enjoying the warmth on his face before casting a sidelong smirk at Bryce. "A troublemaker by nature? Or does it come with being a rock star?"
At Bryce's question, he chuckled again and shrugged his broad shoulders. "I was a troublemaker in my own right. Went into the Breeding Program to keep out of a 25 year sentence. Pretty simple, really. Met Fife, and I've been babysitting the brat ever since."