“This is stupid,” I murmur, flopping down on the bed. “You’re lucky you have a gun or I would totally Kung Fu your ass and leavewhether you liked it or not.”
“Jesus.” He shakes his head. I scoot back in the bed then lean back against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him.
“How is it I have been with my friend in some of the worst environments known to man, but after meeting you, I’m more concerned for his wellbeing than I ever was?”
“That’s rude.” I frown.
“No, it’s the truth. I have never seen him mixed up over a woman. Even his ex-wife didn’t affect him like you do,” he says, and the breath I was going to take pauses in my lungs. I had no idea Wes was ever married. He never told me.
“Shit,” Tuck says, sitting on the bed at my side. “Sorry, I thought you knew.”
I turn my head to look at him and swallow around the lump that has painfully formed in my throat before speaking. “It’s fine; we haven’t known each other long,” I admit with what I hope looks like a smile.
“He’s going to kill me.” He shakes his head.
“I won’t even mention it,” I assure him, leaning my head back against the wall and closing my eyes.
“Jesus,”I hear and open my eyes then frown in confusion as I look at Wes, but I feel warmth under my cheek and the steady rise and fall of the chest I’m lying on with my arms wrapped over a hard stomach. I look from a pissed off Wes to Tuck, whose eyes are open, looking down at me.
I scoot back quickly and look at Wes again while trying to get my bearings straight. “I fell asleep,” I say to him and myself.
“I see that, babe,” he growls then looks at Tuck. “I need to talk with you.”
“Brother, do not even fucking go there,” Tuck says, and Wes’ jaw grinds.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Wes clips, not taking his eyes off his friend.
“You don’t know, or you’re not going to tell me?” I ask.
“It doesn’t concern you,” he says, causing my temper to flare.
“If it concerns you, it concerns me,” I retort, crossing my arms over my chest when his eyes come to mine.
“Don’t start your shit.”
“What did you just say?” I ask, getting off the bed.
“I said don’t start your shit, not right now.”
“You’re unbelievable,” I hiss then look at Tuck. “I told you to let me leave, but no, you just had to listen to this jerk.” I see the corners of his lips twitch, but I ignore it and walk past Wes towards the door.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I look over my shoulder to sweep my eyes over him then mutter, “Home, to bed.”
“You’re not leaving without me.”
I snort in disbelief and head out the door, only to be pulled back. “Let me go,” I hiss.
“Never,” he replies close to my ear then growls, “If I ever see you touching another man, even unconsciously, I will kill him, friend or not.”
“I was asleep,” I whisper in disbelief.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Listen to yourself!” I shake my head.
