Chapter 32

Nick swallowed visibly and loudly, transfixed. He opened his mouth and closed it a dozen times before simply nodding since words didn't seen to form. "If you're sure it's what you want" he conceded. "I need a distraction" she whispered and grabbed his hands, dragging him to fall on the bed and straddling him. "Fortune Favours The Bold" that was Pete's favourite sayings and for that very Tuesday afternoon, it for perfectly suited. The trio were gathered in the dinning room of the flat, each nursing a glass of whiskey after emptying the noodles soup in a paper bag before then. Nick had decided to treat the house to breakfast since it seemed no one was eager to cook anything, not even water. He took it upon himself to grab four noodles take out bags from a decent restaurant not too far off and pick up whiskey too on his way in. The rest of the team were wallowing in whatever they could wallow in bit it was obvious that none of them would get their ass of their seats to get anything do