“I know. I’m frustrated too, brother. If there was something else I could do, I would. I’m sorry.”
Becket ran a hand over his face, frustration simmering in his gut.
“Are you home?” Jesse asked.
“I’m at Sky’s house. I’m going to stay the night.” Hopefully longer, if she’d let him.
“Good. How’s she doing?”
“Pretty good, considering what happened. But I’m not sure if that’s just for show because she wants me to think she’s okay.”
“It’s possible.” There was a small pause. “And how are you?”
He should be better than he was. This thing between him and Sky wasn’t supposed to be real. He wasn’t supposed to care this much. But what happened today had rocked him. “Not nearly as good. Which is stupid. I was a SEAL and I’ve been a firefighter for years. I should be better than this.”
“It’s different when it’s someone you care about.”
Jesse was right. Hedidcare about her. Somehow, she’d gone from the neighbor he couldn’t do anything but fight with to someone he struggled to be apart from.
A knock on the door had Becket lifting his head. Who the hell was that?
“I’ve got to go. Someone’s here.”
“I’ll check in tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” He hung up and strode to the door, where he looked through the peephole.
“You havegotto be shitting me,” Becket muttered, even as he yanked the door open. “Was she not clear the first two fucking times? She doesn’t want you here.”
Tony glared. “Where’s Sky?”
“That’s none of your business. Answer my question.”
“I brought her food. I wanted to go to the hospital, but her mother asked me to wait.”
“Good.”
“You know, whether you like it or not, we’re old family friends. So I made her favorite meal.” He cocked his head. “Doyouknow her favorite meal?”
“I know she’d prefer it if you weren’t here.”
Tony laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. “Fine. Just give this to her for me.”
Becket took the dish and slammed the door closed. In the kitchen, he peeled off the foil to reveal enchiladas.
He shouldn’t feel jealous that the asshole knew her favorite food and he didn’t.
He’d lost his fucking appetite.
He put the dish in the fridge before heading back upstairs. When he reached her room, he stopped at her doorway to see her climbing into bed. She wore an oversized shirt that reached mid-thigh. The salt lamp beside her bed was on, casting a dim glow over the room.
She frowned when she looked at him. “Hey. Are you okay?”
“I should be asking you that.”
“I’ve been asked that a million times today. I’m all okayed out. And I kind of feel like a new person after the shower.”
He sat on the edge of her bed. “Tony dropped by.”
