“Mo still asleep?”Mag asked, not hiding, if Mo was, Magwould be surprised.
I looked right into his eyes.“No.He’s working out.”
Mag stared right into mine.
He knew why Mo was off working out when I was in his bed.
They all knew.
They had a trail to conquer.
And I had a mission.
An important one.
So no fucking around.
“He had a dream,” I told Mag.
The relaxed feel of the room took a hike as I watched Mag’shandsome face grow troubled.
Okay, so they were also in the know about Mo’s dreams.
“I knew about them, he told me.But it’s his first with me,”I shared to Mag.
“Right,” he muttered.
“I didn’t know what to do,” I admitted.
Mag turned his attention to the men sitting on stools at hisisland.
I did too.
“Do you guys dream?”I asked straight out.
Auggie was studying Mag.
Boone shook his head at me.
“It’s just Mo who gets the dreams,” Mag told me.
Shit.
They might not be able to help.
“Mac, just be there for him, yeah?”Boone suggested.
“How do I do that?”I asked him.
“Don’t tell him to get on some pill so he won’t wake you upwhen he getsouttabed would be a good start,” Auggiemuttered.
God, I seriouslyreallyhated Tammy.
“She’s not like the others, Aug,” Mag clipped at his friend,then looked to me.“But Auggie’s right, Lottie.So is Boone.Just be there forhim.Listen if he’s willing to talk.Be cool if he isn’t.Press it if you canbut back off if he’s not down with it.And let him do what he needs to do todeal, like getting up and working out.”
“And if it gets bad,” Boone cut in.“Talk to one of us.We’ll wade in.”
“That’s it?”I asked.
