Bea leaned her head back against the couch, scrambling her fingers around for the bottle. “Never,” she responded. “Long as you didn’t fucking backwash some shit into the damn bottle.” She full on grinned when her fingers closed around the neck of the bottle. “Even if you had a shitty day, Mackenzie, that shit isn’t ever acceptable.” She straightened again and took a long drink from the bottle, blinding passing it back to Ty when she was through.
“What has you sprawling on my damn couch with booze tonight, huh?” she asked, not that he needed a reason, but it felt like sometimes all she ever saw of Ty was when he was on her couch. They were both busy people, sure, but she’d wanted him around for so long before he showed up that it felt like being a terrible friend that she hadn’t tried harder to spend time with him. “My fucking nephew sees more of you than I do,” she added, not going for a guilt trip even in the slightest, and she knew she didn’t need to worry a damn bit that that was what he’d think she was going for.
Life at Sing Sing with Ty was a lot different than the old safehouse, or the months in the government places, and she was still settling into it. The same way she’d had to settle into Vienna being here, but in a different way because Ty hadn’t changed from the man she’d known before she left the city. He was still the same.
“You know, we could haul another bed in here too, for when you get sick of the couch and it’s fucked up springs.”