Behind me, Haz spoke, “Even if you did get lots of money, I appreciate you being here.”
The doctor laughed beneath his breath. “Well, aren’t you a sweet patient?”
“He’s mine,” I snapped, glaring over my shoulder at the older man.
“Yes, that’s obvious.” Doc was amused.
“Oh, are you gay?” Haz asked.
“Why do you care?” I barked.
Ghost whistled beneath his breath. “Jealous.”
“Fuck off,” I growled.
“I’ve been married fifty years. To the same woman. She’s just as beautiful now as she was when we met,” Doc told Haz.
“You think that proves anything?” I scoffed. “Those eyes are enough to turn anyone.”
If they could show me life after being consumed by death, they could do anything.
I glanced at Ghost. “I’m staying in here. We can talk after.” I motioned to Doc to get on with it. This man clearly needed supervision.
“This is why I don’t answer the phone when you call,” Doc lamented.
Was that supposed to hurt my feelings? Make me feel contrite?
Please.
“You’re embarrassing yourself,” Ghost said, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me out of the room. “I admit it’s fun as hell to watch, but enough is enough.”
My eyes lingered on the hallway and the bedroom door as Ghost towed me into the kitchen to help himself to my fridge. Moments later, a cold brown bottle was pressed into my midsection. I jerked at the temperature and looked down.
Before I could scoff at the idea of day drinking, Ghost shook his head. “You need it.”
I took the beer and used my teeth to rip off the top, then spit it into the trash can under the sink. I spared a glance at Hazard’s plants and then took a healthy swig of the dark brew.
“I’m assuming, since he’s awake, you got some information to spill,” Ghost said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. When he brought the doc over last night after my call, I’d filled him in on what happened and what I knew, which was nothing.
He was annoying as hell but the only person besides myself that I trusted.
“He doesn’t know anything,” I said, irritated.
“You believe him?” he deadpanned.
I wasn’t offended. It was a valid question.
My tongue slid over my teeth. “Yeah.”
“Fuck,” Ghost swore. “So if you still got nothing, why’d you call?”
I took another sip of the beer and set aside the bottle. “Yesterday afternoon, I was attacked in the locker room at the gym.”
His face jerked up. “What?”
“I was in the shower. Had to fight with my dick hanging out.”
“Serving looksanda beatdown,” Ghost quipped. “Should have charged admission.”
