“I’m gonna sleep.”
“You’re not gonna fuckin’ sleep, Doom,” Doc snapped. “We’re gonna get you back to the compound and I’m gonna make sure you don’t have a concussion.”
“Shul-check-ribs.”
“Fuck,” Doc ground out. “Yeah, I’ll check your ribs.”
I chuckled, then coughed, then groaned at the pain.
“Jesus, brother, we gotta have a conversation about this.”
“Later.”
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “Always later.”
I leaned against the coolness of the window and watched the street lights whiz by, trying not to pass out again.
* * *
Lyric
Harmony handed me a glass of water and I took a muscle relaxer and a pain pill as she joined me at the kitchen table. “Why are you having Jaxon look into my crash?”
It was well past midnight but I was amped from the night’s events and wasn’t ready to turn in yet.
Harmony shrugged. “I just have a feeling.”
I sighed. “I’ve always come to fear your ‘feelings’.”
She chuckled. “But my feelings are never wrong.”
“Which is why I fear them.”
“Have you noticed anything weird? Anyone following you? Strange phone calls, stuff like that?”
“No. Nothing.” I reached over and squeezed her hand. “He’s in jail, Harmony. I know. I check weekly.”
“I know. I do, too.” She smiled gently. “Jaxon’s put everything in the hands of a few of his contacts here and no one’s found anything yet, so it’s probably nothing. I just wanted every stone unturned, you know?”
“I know, NiNi. Thank you.”
She stood and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “Let’s get you upstairs.”
Before my meds kicked in, Harmony helped me limp up the stairs and then I managed to get myself undressed before falling into bed.
Lyric
“WELL, TELL HIM he’s an asshole,” Melody snapped, and hung up, dropping her phone onto the coffee table.
“Melody!” I admonished. “We weren’t raised to speak to people that way.”
“Well, he deserves it.”
“What’s wrong?” Harmony asked, handing Jaxon a beer and sitting beside him on the sofa.
It was the next afternoon and we were enjoying our final day together before Jaxon and Harmony returned to Portland early tomorrow morning.
“Doom was supposed to pick… um… me up for our date tonight,” Melody said. “But apparently, he’s not coming.”
