Of course he did. He'd wear it too. We could start a t-shirt line.
I shook my head to myself and headed into the bedroom to help Harlow.
CHAPTER 17
HARLOW
"This is going to be cozy," Boner said cheerfully. He seemed to be looking forward to sharing Archer's apartment with the rest of us.
"It's only until we find the rest of them." Jules looked like he couldn't decide if he should stab himself or someone else. Maybe Boner, then himself. He swung his duffel bag off his shoulder and placed it beside the couch. "Then we'll be the hell out of here."
"I don't know." Boner looked around the large loft, leaning to the side to peer into one of the bedrooms. "It's a lot nicer than the shithole I live in."
Archer glanced at him like he was regretting his life choices, and took my hand to lead me aside, into a neat bedroom with the same tall ceiling as the rest of the apartment. One of the walls was brick, the other three drywalled and painted an off white. A window overlooked the busy street below.
"I figured you'd be comfortable in here," he said, pulling my suitcase over to a wardrobe and turning around to appraise the bed. "The door has a lock."
"Is this our room?" Boner followed us inside, his own suitcase trailing along behind him. "Very cute. I bet we could both scream and no one would hear us." He gave me a wink.
"There's two beds in the other—" Archer started to say.
"No need," Boner said, barely acknowledging that he'd spoken. "Cass and Jules can share. Harlow and I will be fine right here, right love?"
I supposed it was a better arrangement than Jules sleeping on the couch.
"If you snore, I should warn you I know how to use a knife," I said, only half-joking.
"You're so bloody hot," Boner said admiringly. "I'd welcome being woken by you pressing a knife to my throat." He pressed his hand to his neck and half closed his eyes.
"I feel like there's a long line of people ready to put a blade to your throat," Jules remarked, reclining against the door frame.
"Because they want to get freaky with me?" Boner asked, pretending to misunderstand. "Thank you for saying I'm attractive. You're not so bad yourself." His gaze slid lazily up and down Jules' body.
Jules scowled. "Not in your wildest dreams, London."
"Is London supposed to be an insult?" Boner cocked his head at him. "Come on now, you can do better." He made a 'give it to me' gesture with his hand.
Jules' response was to roll his eyes. "I could do better in my sleep, but I don't want to waste my energy."
"He's got nothing," Boner said to me and Archer. "Not even a stray 'dickhead' or 'prick.' How sad." He leaned over to pat Jules on the shoulder.
"Fuck off, asswipe." Jules jerked away. "I'm going to get ready for bed, some of us have to work in the morning." He glanced at me, but for once there was no heat in his expression. No curl in his lip.
Boner grinned. "See, I knew you could do it. Good boy."
Jules started to step away, but stopped and glanced back over his shoulder. He shook his head before stalking away.
"Apparently someone likes praise," Boner said gleefully.
"You should stop provoking him." I sat down on the end of the bed.
"I should, but what would be the fun in that?"
Boner turned his suitcase onto its side, pressed it against the wall and opened it. "He's right about one thing: it's late." He pulled out a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt.
I stared as he pulled it on. On the top left corner was the word 'pre.' Underneath was a piece of fruit. Beside that was a planet. Underneath those was the number four and a picture of a rooster.
I blinked a couple of times before I figured out what it was supposed to say. Snorted a laugh.
