Just as he rounds the corner, Rex breaks out into a coughing fit. Shit sounds wet and rattly. “You good?”
“We wouldn’t be here if he was.” The blonde’s voice is full of sarcasm, and I want to smack the shit out of him.
“Devon!”
The young man rolls his eyes, and for the first time I notice how swollen one side of his face is. Someone fucked him up good. Can’t say I blame them if he runs his mouth like that. Surprised the shit is still alive.
I step toward Rex. “Is that the only reason you came back?”
“Don’t,” Rex snaps at me. “Don’t pull that shit about me not caring. You know it’s bullshit.”
“Four years go by without a visit . . . not so much.”
Dipshit’s not gonna get away with making me feel like I’m being an asshole. He knows where I am. Both him and Colt.
“Mac—”
“Just let’s get inside.”
The young man—Devon—mutters something, but I can’t make it out and Rex tells him to shut the fuck up, then grabs his hand and drags him inside like a child.
Definitely interesting.
Chapter 3
After Cal stores most of the meat in the permanent root cellar, we make some tea. Rex and Devon have stripped out of their winter gear and are sitting at the kitchen table.
Cal places a mug of tea next to Rex. “So, you’re one of the three from a few years ago?”
Rex nods. “You’ve grown up.”
Cal smiles.
“Back off.” Devon’s lip curls, shifting so he sits in Rex’s lap, glaring at Cal, and finally it makes sense.
I chuckle. “Really?”
Rex groans. “Don’t start.”
Cal looks between us. “Am I missing something?”
“Seems Devon is Rex’s companion of sorts.”
Rex wraps his arm around Devon’s waist when the young man tries to spring up, then my friend looks at me. “Not my companion. My boyfriend.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me. You? In a serious relationship?”
This seems to piss everyone off. And I mean everyone, including Cal, who looks like he wants to punch me in the face.
I raise both hands. “Got it. Serious relationship. With Satan’s spawn.”
My friend chuckles. “Yeah, that he is.”
Cal slips into the chair beside me, placing a cup of tea on the table. He fidgets in his seat as if uncomfortable, and I don’t care for it one bit.
Rex raises a brow. “Looks like you’re one to talk.”
“Meaning?”
