“He didn’t tell you about it?”
Orion shook his head. “Wrath dropped him and picked him up from his treatments.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry.”
“Thanks, Razz. We’re working it out, but things aren’t good right now.”
“Did he say why he didn’t tell you?”
Orion shook his head. “But he didn’t need to. I know why.”
“You do?” I met his tortured eyes. “Do you want to share?”
“Not right now, honestly.”
“Tell me later?”
He dropped his forehead to mine. “Yeah, baby. Later.”
“Okay, well, I need coffee, so let’s put a pin in it and we can talk about it when we’re alone.”
“You don’t need to talk about the Sonja shit?”
“Nope,” I said.
“I need you not to shut down on me.”
“I’m not. I’m simply trying to be a good, subservient biker’s woman and keep my opinions to myself until we’re in private.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. “So, youcanbe taught.”
“I’m gonna teach you a few things later, Senor Douche Canoe.”
Orion grinned kissing me again. “Can’t wait.”
“Coffee.”
“Coffee.” He nodded, opening the pantry door. “Are you hungry? Do you want bacon?”
“Is there ever a time someone might say theydon’twant bacon?”
“Can’t think of one, no.”
“Then, yes. Get to cooking DC.”
He grinned kissing me again, and then he got to cooking.
* * *
The distant sound of groaning woke me, and I blinked my eyes open as I reached for Orion. He hissed and sat straight up. “Ori?”
“Fuck,” he whispered.
I glanced at the clock. Two a.m. “Are you okay?”
He slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom without responding. I followed.
“Baby, you’re scaring me.”
