Also, it distracted me from the fact that I didn’t have an answer for him.
Alexei kicked me under the table. “Use your phone.”
I sighed. Really? I didn’t want to text Cam. I wanted him to glare at me until he figured it out on his own. Or moved on. He had a fifty-fifty score sheet.
“Saint.” Cam reached for me with his good hand and put his damn-fucking palm on my bare skin. “Tell me? Please?”
Bastard.I fished my phone from my pocket and tapped out everything he wanted to know and probably a shite-load that he didn’t. Held it up like an idiot.
Saint:I used to hoard food when I was a kid. Knowing I had it felt better than eating it.
I dropped the phone on the table, pushed my chair back, and left the room. It wasn’t my house, so I had nowhere to go, but I needed a shower. So I did that.
When I got out, Alexei was waiting for me on the landing, peering at a bookshelf next to a tatty leather chair. “I need to go home for a while,” he said.
“Why?”
“Work.”
“You have a job?”
“Does that surprise you?”
“No.”Yes.
Alexei gave me a knowing smirk. “I will come back tonight. You will stay with Cam, yes?”
“If he lets me.” He didn’t always. He got claustrophobic as fuck and ran away.
“He will let you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he wants to be with you. He missed you when you left the kitchen.”
Alexei had the kind of voice that was hard to read. I couldn’t tell if he was speaking the truth or taking the piss.
But... I didn’t suppose it mattered. Outside of this house, I wasn’t letting Cam out of my sight.
I nodded.
Alexei stepped closer and straightened the grimy T-shirt I’d tugged back on.
He smelled good, as if he hadn’t been up for days and days and days. I wanted to touch the neat stubble on his face, but Cam wasn’t there, so I didn’t know if I should.
Or if he even wanted me to.
The moment passed. Alexei turned away and ghosted to the stairs.
I followed and Cam was by the front door, scowling because Alexei was leaving. “You can take my bike if you want,” I blurted, surprising even myself.
Cam’s gaze snapped to me. “What?”
“Not you.” He couldn’t ride or even drive a car.
“I knew that.”
“So?”
