“Need I remind you that you were unconscious most of the night?” His voice was cool.
“It was good rest,” I countered.
I guess he didn’t agree because he placed me in the bed without a word as if my statement didn’t even need a reply.
Rude.
These sheets, though. I wasn’t sure what they were made of, but it might have been unicorn magic and that fluffy stuff that makes up the clouds. I wasn’t sure where he got something like that, but I knew if anyone could find it, it would be Kieran. “These are even nicer than the ones from before,” I said, brushing my palm over the all-white sheets that were striped. The stripes were only visible because they had a sheen to them.
“Yeah, ‘cause they aren’t covered in your mess.”
“You helped make that mess too,” I pointed out.
Grunting—his favorite pastime—he covered my lower half. Even the down comforter had a fresh duvet on it. The blanketswere cool and smooth against my legs and smelled like they’d just came out of the dryer. But not the kind of dryer at the laundromat. Sometimes my clothes came out of those with rust stains. Nah, these were from the dryer of a rich person.
The T-shirt Kieran handed me after my bath was well-worn and soft too. The length went to just above my knee and covered my pizza boxers completely.
“I can’t just keep lying around. I need to find my car. And I have work tonight.” I was beyond lucky today was my off day from the Neon Reef or I definitely would have gotten fired.
“You aren’t going to work. Call in sick.”
“I can’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because my shift starts in like three hours. It’s too late to call off. Besides, if I call off, it will look bad and they’ll start giving me the cheap orders with bad tippers and the routes in the worst part of the city.”
“You meanyourneighborhood?” Kieran muttered darkly.
“It was fine until yesterday.” Well, the neighborhood wasn’t, but me living there hadn’t been a problem. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“So you can call in sick to work?”
“No. So I can call Rett and see if he’s okay.”
“Your neighbor?”
“Yeah. I’m worried about him. I knocked on his door yesterday, and he didn’t answer. But he’s usually always home. Maybe whoever broke into my place tried to get into his too. He could be hurt.” The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. Nibbling at my nails, I tried to remember the last time I’d actually seen Rett.
Kieran tugged my hand from my mouth. “Stop that.”
“He’s like me. He doesn’t have anyone. I should have checked in sooner.”
“You were unconscious,” he reiterated.
“That’s no excuse,” I said, pushing back the blankets. I’d just go over there. I needed some pants anyway. I couldn’t wear Kieran’s. They were death traps.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Going home.”
“Like hell you are.” Grabbing me under the arms, he lifted me back on the bed.
“I admit sometimes your bossy behavior is a total turn-on, but right now, it’s the opposite.” Scowling, I glanced around. I was small and squirrelly. I could wiggle under his arm before he knew it.
“I saw him yesterday.”
I gasped, completely abandoning my plan of attack. “You did say that.” I’d completely forgotten he mentioned it. I gasped again.
