He nodded, then cracked them open.
Turning to Lane, I said, “Sorry. We didn’t realize he was in there. Did you get the other one?”
Lane stared into the room at the body. “No, the twins did. They’re still finishing up downstairs. Wait… what do you mean ‘we didn’t realize he was in there’?”
“We were—” Josh shot me a threatening glare. “We were hanging out in there with the door locked and thought we were alone.”
“Oh… so he watched you fuck?”
Josh groaned, the tips of his ears burning, and stiffly walked off in the direction of the dining room.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Lane gathered.
“Yeah.”
Ronan, still crouched beside the body, chuckled softly. “Unfortunate timing.”
Greyson brushed a finger over Mills’s throat, tracing the belt burn with an interest only a legit serial killer would show. Creepy dude.
Lane leaned on the doorframe, peering past them again like he was still hoping Mills might magically revive so he could have a turn. “Still,” he muttered. “I was looking forward to that one.”
Ronan stood. “You’ll survive the disappointment.”
Greyson looked over at Lane and said rather casually, “I’ll get you another one, baby.”
Lane batted his lashes at his husband, a smile lighting up his face, then glanced down the hallway toward where Josh had disappeared. “He gonna be okay?”
I leaned one shoulder against the wall. “He’ll be fine.”
Lane hummed skeptically. “He looked a little… pale.”
“Josh doesn’t like the messy parts,” I said simply.
Ronan gave me a small, knowing smile. “It was sweet of you to use strangulation. That’s definitely not your go-to method in training.”
“It was either that or use my pocket knife.”
“Josh is lucky to have you,” Ronan answered sincerely.
I didn’t answer.
Because in truth, I didn’t agree with him.
I was the lucky one.
I headed down the hallway, leaving the three of them to do what they would with the body.
When I stepped into the dining room, Josh was sitting at the long table with Wes, though they were at opposite ends. Wes gave me a nod as I entered, deliberately cast a concerned glance at Josh, then stood and left for the living room.
Josh had both elbows on the tabletop, his hands clasped together in front of his mouth like he was thinking very hard about something.
“Hey,” I said.
“Is it… over?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling out the chair beside him and sitting down. “Twins got Jeremiah.”
Josh nodded slowly, gaze fixed on the table. “I helped you,” he said quietly.
