didnât do that while I was screwing it,â Ash said distantly. Caleb turned to look at him, and Ash glanced back and blinked. âWhat?â
Caleb just shook his head and turned away.
Ash frowned, pulling at his ear as he heard the odd drumming sound echoing from somewhere above. It was probably just adrenaline, but as he peered toward the ceiling, a feeling of dread seeped into him. He looked away as a shiver ran through his body, determined not to let the ghost stories get to him.
âThatâs sort of near brilliant, Wy,â Noah said. He popped open a bag of Cheetos and scooted his chair closer to the lunch table.
Wyatt had laid out his tentative plans for the October exhibition, including Ashâs suggestion that they display the popular myth to draw people in, then tell the truth behind it with artifacts to suit their goal of actually educating.
âItâs going to take some hellacious research, though. Itâs already the first. Do we have time to have it up and running by the weekend?â Noah asked.
âIf we know where to start, I think we can get it outlined in a few days. Then we can enlist some students to help put it all together. It should be ready by then. Itâs perfect. It has the pandering aspects the Trustees seem to want, itâll have a low artifact count, and itâll bring in crowds that wouldnât usually look twice at a museum. And we can actually put some real history into it to keep it respectable. Maybe even convert some interest in places.â
âAsh helped you come up with this?â Noah asked, smirking as he leaned back in his chair.
âUm, sort of.â Noah raised an eyebrow, and Wyatt sighed and lowered his head. âThe other night . . .â
Noah grinned cheekily. âDo tell.â
âI went home with him. We slept together,â Wyatt blurted, looking around to make sure no one had heard him.
âI figured. And?â
âI didnât . . . really stick around âtil morning,â Wyatt admitted.
Noahâs smile fell and his brow furrowed. âOh.â
âI just panicked a little aboutââ
Noah held up a hand and shook his head. âHappens to the best of us, man. Donât explain.â
âI went to see him this morning. Tried to apologize.â
Noahâs eyebrows shot up. âHowâd that go?â
âNot too well. Hey,â he added, eyes narrowing as Noahâs lips twitched. âItâs not funny.â But his voice trembled with a laugh.
âNo, not at all.â Noah snickered a little, leaned back in his chair, and covered his mouth with his hand.
âI feel awful, okay? I really liked him.â
Noahâs smile faded. âWhat exactly did he say when you talked to him?â
âHe seemed more pissed about my flushing the condom than about me actually leaving.â
Noah threw his head back and laughed, rocking back in his chair and sliding both hands over his face.
âNoah!â Wyatt hissed as several heads turned and looked at them. Wyatt leaned closer to Noah, frowning. âItâs not funny.â
Noah was still snickering as he shook his head. âIt really kind of is. So wait, you discussed your one-night stand and his plumbing, I assume you did so heatedly because Ash has a little bit of a temper on him, and then you . . . what, sat down and fleshed out ideas for the exhibition over a latte?â
âNot exactly.â
âSo Ash didnât exactly offer to help,â Noah said, eyes narrowing.
âNot . . . exactly. I figured weâd go do the ghost tour and see . . .â
âSo. You want the two of us to traipse over to the bar where the guy you screwed over is working and nance around until the ghost tour starts tonight? What, youâre rubbing it in his face?â
âNo! I wouldnât do that!â Wyatt stopped short and frowned. âIs that how heâll see it?â
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