Chapter Thirty

BISHOP: Just landed. Thanks for letting us use the jet.

WILLOW: How was the flight?

BISHOP: I much prefer it with you in my lap.

WILLOW: Next time.

BISHOP: I still don’t understand why you didn’t come with us.

WILLOW: Well for starters, there’s nothing low profile about me running back to New York with you. And second, you need this moment with Jackson on your own.

BISHOP: I need you at the hotel for after the moment.

WILLOW: You don’t.

BISHOP: Is this part of your plan on learning to live? Slowly denying me access?

WILLOW: Your logic is flawed because I’d be denying myself too.

BISHOP: That’s true. You’re addicted to this cock.

WILLOW: You think too highly of yourself.

BISHOP: Admit it.

WILLOW: I’m pretty sure I already did.

BISHOP: Say it again.

WILLOW: I’ll show you how much I enjoy it when you get back to Florida.

BISHOP: Tease.

WILLOW: You’ll survive.

BISHOP: What if he hates me?

WILLOW: Why would he hate you?

BISHOP: Because I’m here and Norah’s not.

WILLOW: Do I hate you because you’re here and my dad’s not?

BISHOP: No. But it’s different.

WILLOW: Convince me.

BISHOP: It’s his wife. The love of his life.

WILLOW: He’s my dad. The only family I had left.

BISHOP: I hate when you do this.

WILLOW: What? Defy your logic?

BISHOP: You have a family in the Renegades. And with Lana. And Indie and Leigh.

WILLOW: I know.

BISHOP: I’ll call you after we leave the care facility. You better be in bed without a stitch of clothing.

WILLOW: Yes, daddy.

BISHOP: Fuck me.