“You’re hurt?”
“My boobs are a little achy.” I admitted as I glanced at the bathroom door and then the bedroom one. “I really need to pee, but I really need to go after him.”
“You pee, I’ll get the twins to catch Ash.”
“Well, there’s a sentence you never thought you’d say,” I joked as I made my way quickly to the bathroom.
Once I had washed my face, maybe sneaked the use of a toothbrush, and tried to coax my hair into something presentable, I left the bathroom. Quinn sat on the bed and held up a T-shirt.
“I thought you might want to change?”
I sniffed my shirt. It smelled of . . . Ash. Not good. I reached for the T-shirt. “Thank you.” I hesitated. “Bra?”
“Oh, I don’t think mine will fit.”
Holding the T-shirt up, I assessed it. “It’s loose, I’ll just keep my arms crossed.”
Turning my back, I quickly removed Ash’s and put Quinn’s on.
“Did they see your back?” Quinn asked me quietly.
“I think the front was enough,” I answered wryly.
“Okay, you want to come downstairs?”
“Okay.” I started to follow her out when I stopped. “Is Gray going to go all evil overlord on me?”
Quinn turned around and shook her head. “No. He was concerned for you last night.”
“Yeah, okay.” I shifted on my feet nervously. “But this is today.”
“He’s not as bad as you think, he’s just very protective.”
I got that, but it didn’t mean he didn’t intimidate me. “I know . . . but, I don’t want to argue with him today.”
“Tequila does seem to bring out your more aggressive nature.” Quinn studied me.
“I didn’t even indulge that much. I paced myself after our last talk.” I tugged on the hem of the shirt I was wearing. “I’m sorry.”
“I am too.”
I nodded. “Can we start again?” I rolled my eyes because we’d been here before. “Again, again?”
Quinn beamed at me. “I made waffles.”
“I think I may cry again.”
She was laughing as she left the room, and I followed slowly, as not even the lure of waffles could settle the uneasiness in my tummy. In the kitchen, Jett sat at the counter, reading onhis phone and drinking coffee. He looked up and put his phone down.
“You look better than you did last night, and you look like shit.”
Charming. “I don’t think I feel better,” I confessed.
He grunted, and I sat beside him. “Those bruises look sore.”
“I recommend not to walk into sharp corners.” I tried to be light, but I was emotional and tired. I knew I failed. “Where is he?”
“Gray’s got him. He’ll talk him down.”
