past the point of love

not a problem

Jonah was telling her something? Wasn’t he?

He’d found the perfect hide out.

“Nobody comes to this old building. You’ll be just fine here.” Jonah told her.

Of course, it was a lot to be desired even if the ceiling were high. The floor was crappy, but there was an old mattress next to the long window that looked out into the old part of town.

They’d gotten comfortable on the mattress, and he was handing her back the cigarette to take a drag off of.

“You see he’s my baby brother. He really is. And he don’t know shit.” Jonah spoke of Noah. “Fuck’n loser even if he is six months younger than me.”

Josie was calm now. Maybe lethargic. She hadn’t said much. He looked at her then to see if she was green or anything. But no, she was just laying there as if everything was OK.

Jonah couldn’t wipe that grin off his face. Lets face it, he knew he was damn good at his job. He always knew what somebody needed. Always,