I have way too much time to think on the drive home.
I need to talk to Wolfe, and it can’t wait until morning.
EIGHTEEN
WOLFE
I’m not sure when I went from annoyed to pissed, but it was somewhere on the DC trip. I don’t know how to fix things with Angel, and he doesn’t seem to care enough to. I’m not even sure if he’s avoiding me or if I’m avoiding him. How can the most important person in the world to me feel like he’s slipping through my fingers?
I badly need to talk to him but can’t seem to find a minute he’s free. Thanksgiving with my dad was a fucking disaster, and it feels like I’m holding everything in and the pressure is building. It’s silent the entire way back to our place. No one says a word. Which means whatever Seaborn and Archangel were talking about on the plane is something they don’t want me to be a part of.
I grumble and go right to my room and close the door when we get back to our place. I can’t handle any more rejection.
Whispering voices head to Seaborn’s room. I pick up my phone, opening the group chat, about to ask who’s going out tonight, but with practice in the morning, I shouldn’t be encouraging anyone to go out as the captain.
I hear Seaborn and Archangel leave his room. I sit up, worried they are coming in here. But they leave.
Where the fuck are they going at this hour? Now I’m more fucking annoyed.
I need someone to talk me off the ledge.
Wolfe: You up?
Lovelace: You know I don’t sleep.
Wolfe: I need someone to talk me off the ledge.
Lovelace: Oh god.
I hit the video call button, and he answers a second later, freshly showered, white-blond hair a mess, and shirtless, showing off all his tattoos.
“What’s up?” Lovelace flops on his bed, holding the phone over him.
“Is this phone sex time? This feels like phone sex?” I mock glance around like we’re being watched.
“You called me, motherfucker.”
“Because I need advice, not to stare at your magical pecs.” I pretend to avert my eyes.
“Archangel keeps saying you’re a little gay, I’m starting to believe him.”
Does Archangel say that? I guess he had jokingly, but I’d always laughed it off. Does he really think that? Is he right?
I push it out of my head and flip Lovelace off. “I can recognize when a man is attractive. But I did not call for phone sex!”
“I hope not, that might make things awkward.”
“You think?” I ask.
He stares at me and narrows his eyes.
I narrow my eyes back, not sure what we’re doing here.
“Ridgeway says you’re hooking up with Archangel, and I’m not one to get between two people, especially gay dudes. That’s just dangerous.”
“Does everyone fucking know?”
“I mean… not everyone, but at least a couple of us.”
