Bas opened his mouth to tell Apollo to fuck off, but Bridget beat him to it.
“Is Lachlan going to be at the hospital? I really didn’t get a chance to thank him for helping me yesterday,” she asked sweetly.
“No. I don’t know. Probably not.” Apollo squirmed. He realized a beat too late she was teasing him. He made a frustrated noise, turned on his heels, and strode off. “I’ll meet you in the garage!”
Bas pulled Bridget in for a kiss. This woman was everything.
“What was that for?” she asked, cheeks flushed.
“For worrying about me and for dealing with my drama queen brother with grace.” Bas kissed her once more and took her hand. “We better not keep him waiting, or he will leave without us.”
Bas hated hospitals.He had avoided them as much as he could in his life because the psychic whammy that radiated out of them hurt him to be around.
Unfortunately, in this case, it was unavoidable. He let Apollo drive so he could sit in the back and hold Bridget’s hand. Her warm touch just made him think about what they had done in the library, and that made him smile.
“What is that grin about?” Bridget whispered.
Bas shot her the memory of her coming, and she whacked him in the chest. “You asked.”
“Time and a place,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
It’s helping to distract me from thinking about hospitals because I hate them,he replied. There were some conversations he didn’t need to have in front of Apollo.
I’m thinking about it too. I’m just being more subtle about it,Bridget admitted, squeezing his hand a little tighter.
“Are you going to be okay going into this place?” she asked aloud.
“Yeah, I’ll just put up my mental shields really tight and try and get out of there as quickly as possible.”
Apollo looked at them in the rearview mirror. “We wouldn’t make you go if it wasn’t important, little brother. Reeve and Charlotte should be ready for us, and we have reserved parking. Any time you need out, just say so.”
Bas frowned. “I wish you both would stop thinking I’m made of glass.”
“You hurt yourself yesterday. We are allowed to be worried. Right, Apollo?” Bridget said.
Apollo nodded. “Right. Lachlan had to carry you inside, and I didn’t like it.”
“Which part? Me needing to be carried or Lachlan being the one to carry me?”
“Take your pick,” Apollo muttered. “Stupid Lachlan and his face and muscles all heroic and shit.”
Bridget giggled. “Are you okay?”
“He’s fine. He’s just got a severe case of yearning.”
Apollo groaned. “Don’t be dicks. I’m doing my best.”
Bas really hoped that was going to be enough to see Apollo through because when they pulled into the parking lot next to the Ironwood SUV, Lachlan got out with Reeve and Charlotte.He was wearing dark jeans and a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“Oh god, why is he wearing a shirt that tight? And forearm porn? It’s not even mid-day. Is he hoping to pick up a ward of nurses?” Apollo complained.
Bas couldn’t resist patting him on the shoulder. “What did you call that look on me the other night? Respectable but slutty?”
Bridget chuckled. “Perfect description, and for the record, that look? It worked.”
“It always works,” Apollo grumbled darkly and got out of the car.
Bas couldn’t help but notice his brother had dressed in respectable tweed. He only played with those kinds of outfits when he wanted to blend in with academia, which wasn’t often.
