❝ i’m not really the advice type, but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while. ❞ (fletch)
She couldn't help the half laugh, half scoff that came from her throat as she wiped away her tears. "Fletch, your skills lie in the bedroom. Do you really think I'd come to you for life advice?" It was perhaps a little mean, but nothing that he couldn't handle she was sure. Besides, Maeve was right. In her eyes, Fletcher was never the type of person she'd call for advice. Instead, she called him when she had no one else to pick her up after a lead into a story that she had been working on led to her tyres being slashed. Her brothers would be furious; it would be out of concern for her safety and wellbeing, but furious still. "All I need is a ride, the name of someone who can change my tyres without ripping me off, and the cherry on the cake would be a good fuck, if you're up for a distraction. I can get it elsewhere though, if that's not the type of distraction you meant." @fletchhargrave