Page 67 of Primal Need


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“Well, you need to tell your body that.”

I raised a hand and took a deep breath. “Just give me a second.”

“I’m havin’ a hard time not holding you, Wyatt.”

I was having a hard time not letting him, but I wasn’t about to admit that.

“I’m okay.” I took a deep breath and forced myself to take a step inside.

His hand settled on my lower back and it made me want to crawl onto his lap and fall asleep. I hadn’t had much in weeks and I suddenly felt safe again.

I needed to shut this down. I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Please don’t touch me,” I begged.

He removed his hand and I took another deep breath. We walked side-by-side into the great room and I held my purse to my chest like it was armor. Teddy was already at the pinball machine, Orion standing with him, encouraging him as he played.

I didn’t see Raquel, which bummed me out. I was in desperate need of a friendly face right now.

“Hey, Wyatt.”

I turned at the sound of my name and saw Aero walking toward me, a beer in his hand.

“Why the fuck do you look like you just saw a ghost?” he asked.

“Aero,” Sundance warned.

“I’m okay,” I rushed to say, and Aero studied me for a few tense seconds.

“You need a drink. Let me get you a drink,” he said, and headed toward the bar, returning with a bottle of Macallan and a glass already half full.

“I’m driving,” I said.

“Do you want me to put the bottle back?” Aero asked, and I gulped the glass then held it out again.

“One more.”

He grinned and filled the glass again before walking away. This one, I forced myself to nurse even though I desperately wanted to finish it.

“You wanna talk?” Sundance asked.

I shook my head.

“What happened with Teddy?” he asked.

I sighed and took a sip of the whisky. “He apparently wanted to see you.”

“Yeah, I get that, but what’s goin’ on with him and his meds?”

“They’re losing effectiveness, obviously.”

“Have you tried pot? Or CBD.”

“I’m not having my brother smoke a dooby in his long-term care house.”

Sundance chuckled. “There are edibles, Dimples. Or oil, or all manner of options outside of ‘doobies.’”

I sighed. “I haven’t looked into it, to be honest.”