And that other room?
That was where Colter was staying.
I stalked over there, flipping the swing and undoing the deadbolt, then yanking it open.
“You can’t be serious. Connecting rooms? I didn’t even know connecting rooms were a thing anymore.”
“It’s actually a big feature for a lot of people. Parents and kids can get separate rooms without having to go into the hallway to get to each other. It’s a safety thing.”
“Fine. Sure. We’re not a family.”
“No, but we will likely need to be able to talk. This makes it easier. Saint and Syn have a connecting room too.”
“Why didn’t Saint or Syn connect with me then?”
“I can switch with one of them,” Colter said, holding up his hands.
Calling my damn bluff, and he knew it.
If there was anything worse than a man being right, it was one knowing he was right.
“Wait, Sugar…” I called when she pushed past Colter to check out his room.
“She’s fine,” he said, shrugging. “The more she sniffs, the more tired she’ll be. Syn clearly spent some of the drive looking into local eateries. He sent me a list of options. Want me to run them past you?”
“I honestly don’t feel like going out,” I admitted. Despite having a lazy day of napping and watching out the window, I felt bone-deep tired.
“Okay, I’ll let ‘em know to head out without us.”
“What? No. You can go.”
“Don’t really feel like going out either.”
“I wasn’t inviting you to eat with me,” I told him.
“I wasn’t expecting that. But I can run down to the lobby to get the food, so you don’t have to.”
Damn him, he knew my Achilles’ Heel: my love of laziness.
“Fine.”
“Were you going to test?” he asked, nodding toward the case of lancets in my hand.
“I… yeah.”
“Want me to read you take-out options while you do that?”
“Uh, fine.”
It was.
I mean, I wasn’t exactly used to testing or injecting in front of people, since I’d been all alone in the world after Roach took my club from me. If I had to do either in public, I tended to go into the bathroom since blood and needles freaked a lot of people out.
But Colter just moved into the room, casually leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone. His nonchalant reaction to it made me a lot more comfortable as I went through the motion of testing.
“You sure?” Colter asked when I agreed that Chinese sounded good.
“Yeah, why?”
