“Bab—”
“Goodnight,Adam.”
Sierra and I walked up the stairs and closed ourselves into his room, locking both the door and the deadbolt.
“Why the hell would you go to Leith’s?” I whisper-hissed, crossing my arms.
She shrugged. “Because he,” she pointed toward the door, and I deduced she was referring to Wrath, “is not the boss of me. He has no right to tell me what to do.”
“Okay, I get it, but Orion was the one who asked that you be here, not Wrath.”
“Then why the hell is he the one dragging me everywhere?”
“That’s a very good question.” I sighed. “Did he hurt you?”
“No.”
“I’ll talk to Orion if he did.”
“No. He was surprisingly gentle… for an asshole,” she conceded.
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“It is what it is,” she said. “Well, I’m tired and I have an early shift tomorrow, so am I sleeping here?”
“Looks like it,” I said. “But would you keep your clothes on? Just this once?”
Sierra always slept naked and I just couldn’t deal with her accidentally spooning me in the middle of the night.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Jesus, when did you get all prudish?”
“Not wanting you to dry hump me awake is not prudish.”
“Me wearing panties to bed does not guarantee I won’t dry hump you.”
“And a T-shirt.”
“A T-shirt won’t save you either,” she warned.
I groaned. “Oh my god.”
We glanced at each other, then burst into uncontrollable giggles, and all was right with the world again.
Raquel
IAWOKE THE next morning to find Sierra gone. I had no idea where Orion was, but I honestly didn’t really care at that moment. I was still angry and not quite ready to forgive him. I did, however, have a class at eleven, so I needed to get my ass out of bed.
I showered and dressed, then made my way downstairs, heading for the kitchen, hoping a pot of coffee was waiting for me.
“Hey, Raquel.”
I turned to see Sundance walking in, a smile on his face, a beanie on his now bald head.
“Hey. You’re looking good.” I poured a cup of coffee and then faced him again.
“Thanks. Chemo’s a bitch, but today’s a good day.”
“What do the doctors say?”
