Adam and I snapped our attention to the hallway as a loud thud rocked the house.
“I think Roscoe fell off the bed,” Adam said, scratching his head.
“Did Mosavi come by while Roscoe and I were out by chance?”
He shook his head. “Who’s Mosavi?”
“The mayor. How could you forget his name?”
Adam shrugged. “I’m not good with names.” He hummed to himself while biting his lower lip. “God, he’s the hottest werewolf I’ve ever seen. What I wouldn’t give…”
“He’s really dangerous.”
“That’s even better.”
“Do you ever think about anything else?”
Adam let out a frustrated growl. “No.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’ve been in pain for a week now, and no one seems to give a shit.”
When he said that, I hit the power button on the television remote and turned toward him. “What are you talking about? What pain?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
Another loud thud came from our bedroom.
“Okay, I’m getting a little worried,” I said, jumping from the couch, but Adam caught my hand before jerking me back.
“How about telling me what the hell is going on? Austin’s been acting really weird, and now you and Roscoe are into bondage?”
I let out a sigh and sat back down. It was all going to come out eventually, only how Adam would react seemed to depend on how the stars were aligned.
“Apparently your kuu mate has been making moonshine in the garage. That’s why they were in jail.”
“That bastard!”
“I know. I also got in trouble because of him.”
“He made all that booze, and he didn’t share anything with me!”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, which caught Adam’s attention. He turned, tossing me a forced sympathetic look.
“Sorry. Why didyouget into trouble.”
“Because apparently Mosavi thinks I’m capable of leading you morons, but I can’t get anyone to listen or clean up or not break the law. You don’t think about anyone but yourself. Austin flies into unbridled rage, and Roscoe—well—you’re well aware of his antics.”
“I do not only think about myself.”
“Yes, you do! You were celebrating having all the money to yourself that night if I went to jail, too. You didn’t even get upset until I reminded you that you’re just as fucked.” I paused for a moment, trying to ease the conversation forward. “Plus, yeah. It would have been nice to talk to you when we were at the bar.”
“This again?”
Another opportunity presented itself, and I’d wanted to get this off my chest.
“I tried talking to you all night at the club, but you kept ignoring me and running up my tab.” He didn’t respond, and for the first time he actually seemed embarrassed. “I was hoping we could hang out as friends, but you don’t treat me like a friend. You treat me like a doormat. I wish I could say the bad was the first time, but hell, you even put me in an impossible situation before we moved without even talking to me first.”
