“We’ll find him. And when we do, we’ll know what to do with him.”
“I don’t understand what that means,” I said.
And I didn’t. What did dealing with Victor look like?
“Will you do me a favor?” I asked.
Wyatt nodded with some hesitation.
“Will you keep me updated? I think Dare keeps things from me. I think he thinks I can’t handle the truth. But I need to know either way.”
“Either way?” Wyatt asked.
“Whatever happens with Victor, I need to know. I need to be prepared if I need to.”
Wyatt huffed and glared at me with his big, bright blue eyes. “You don’t need to run.”
I bit my tongue and nodded.
He didn’t understand. No one ever would. What it was like living in constant fear. Looking behind your shoulder at every turn. What it was like not knowing if you would ever be safe again. Not being able to put down roots.
“Still, can you keep me updated anyway,” I said and his response was a deep, defeated sigh. “Hang on. I’ll go get my phone.”
I walked back to the hallway and carefully entered Dare’s bedroom. He was asleep. He looked so at peace, so adorable, so damn sexy when he was asleep.
I’d spent many mornings lying in bed, watching him sleep. Which wasn’t great for my addiction to him, but it was nothing I could resist.
It was hard to resist watching him now. It was hard to believe this was happening. Any of it. Sharing a bed with him and not being able to hold him, to kiss him, to love him?
Focus, Zach.
I sighed and grabbed my phone from my side of the bed before rejoining Wyatt.
“What were you doing there? Is he awake?” he asked when I returned and I gave him my phone so he could type in his number.
“No. Still asleep, but I needed to get my phone.”
His expression hardened again and he stopped typing.
“Your phone was in his room?”
I grimaced realizing I’d have to explain the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Yeah. We’ve been sharing the room. The heating is busted in the guest room and he insisted so…I know it’s weird.”
Wyatt sucked in his cheeks, finished typing his number and handed me my phone back.
“I see,” he said. “There. Got to go. Bye.”
Before I could greet him back or offer him something for the road he was out the door, slamming it shut and making me jump.
“The fuck?” I said and Lookah turned to me with an equally perturbed look.
Why was Wyatt being so weird? Every time I mentioned Dare, he got standoffish. Why did he care if I shared Dare’s bed with him? Did he think we were sleeping together? And what if we did? Why would he…
I gasped.
Was there something going on between Dare and Wyatt?
