24
Marcus
I'm halfway up Pilot Rock when Dane starts flapping his mouth again. I managed to dodge all his questions on the ride up here. Finally, I got him channeled into coming up with new names for the bar, but now as I'm literally hanging by my fingertips and he's holding the rope below, he's started up again.
“I'm just curious, what made you take the plunge? It was me, right? Hitting on her at the bar?” he asks.
“No,” I scream below me and try to get my foot placement just right so that I can get a little higher.
“What's the plan now? I mean once you screw the nanny?” Dane's mouth is like a tsunami—unstoppable.
“She's not the f*****g nanny.” I don’t know why I even bother responding to his banter, it only encourages him.
“Garrett? Did we not leave that pretty little thing at his
