“I’m going to see him. I won’t wake him. I just want to check on him,” Haz said.
Rett nodded.
“Is it okay if I stay tonight?” he asked, eyes lifting to me. “I just… I can’t leave him yet.”
“Of course you can,” Haz said instantly. “Stay as long as you like.”
This wasnota bed and breakfast.
“Right, Kieran?” Haz questioned, giving me a look.
I noted Rett staring at me hopefully, obviously wanting my permission too. I don’t know why. No one in this place listened to me anyway.
“Ahh…” I started. Haz’s eyes narrowed. “Of course. Stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” Rett said, and I noticed for the first time just how exhausted he looked. He was almost frail.
“You should eat something,” I blurted.
Both Haz and Rett seemed surprised. Hell, I was too.
“You missed dinner,” I said, gruff. “If you pass out, that’s on you.”
I left the kitchen, heading toward the living room where I expected to find Ghost on the couch… except he wasn’t.
Oh, hell no.
“Where’s Ghost?” Haz said, coming up behind me.
“Doc thought the bed would be better…” Rett said, eyes straying to me.
“Ghost is in my bed?” I asked, the words nearly strangling me.
“He lost a lot of blood,” Rett explained, fidgeting.
I glanced at the plants perched on the barstool that belonged at the island. Both eyes twitched.
“The bed is way more comfortable than the couch. You made the right decision,” Hazard told his friend.
This was why I didn’t have friends.
Too much work.
“Let’s go see Ghost and take Doc his tea.”
I watched the pair go down the hall, tea splashing from a mug and splattering on the floor.
I could just move. Start over in a new house. Burn this place down.
I trailed back to the bedroom,my bedroom, where another man was rolling around in my bed—which was surprisingly a better option than staying out in the kitchen that looked like a pack of hoarders had moved in—to find Haz and Rett standing beside the king-sized bed while Doc packed up his bag.
“He better be wearing pants,” I intoned, gazing at Ghost who was shirtless.
Haz picked up the blankets to look, and I grabbed them from his hands. “Don’t look,” I snarled.
“You asked,” Haz pointed out.
“He’s wearing pants,” Rett confirmed. “I got them from your closet.”
