He was shirtless.I was in an oversized sleep shirt.And Tyson was very much aware of both of those things.
His gaze moved between us.
Slow.
Judging.
“Gotta say,” he muttered, “I am not surprised at all.”
Swift just grunted and turned back toward the counter, grabbing the coffee I’d made him like this was just another normal morning.“I guess that’s what happens when you just waltz into people’s apartments,” he said.“You might see something you don’t want to.”
I rolled my eyes and stepped toward Tyson.“Did you just get off work?”
“Yeah,” he said, still watching Swift like he was trying to decide if he liked him or not.“I just wanted to check on you.”
“She’s good,” Swift said.
Tyson’s eyes snapped to him.“I thought I’d make sure with my own eyes.”
I stepped in before that could turn into something else.“I’m good, Tyson.I went to the doctor, got the stitches out, and he said I’m healing.I even started back at the bar yesterday.”
“Already?”he asked.There it was.Protective brother mode.
“Yes,” I said.“But I’m taking it easy.You know me; I can’t just sit around.”
Before he could respond—
“Hello!”
I groaned.
“Oh, Christ,” Swift grumbled.
I leaned to the side and there she was.
My mom stood in the doorway like she’d just walked into Sunday brunch instead of… whatever this was.
“Mom?”I said.
She smiled brightly.“Tyson called and said I should come over for breakfast before work.I thought it was a great idea.”
I slowly turned my head toward Tyson.“Maybe a good idea you should have run by me first?”
He shrugged.“How was I supposed to know you were going to be…” He waved a hand between me and Swift.
“Oh!”my mom gasped.
Yeah, she noticed.Of course she did.
Swift didn’t even blink.“Good morning, Ms.First,” he drawled.
“Swift,” she said, smiling like this was exactly what she expected.“Nice to see my daughter finally came to her senses.”
“Mom!”
Tyson looked horrified.“You’re okay with this?”
She shrugged.“He’ll keep her safe and not play games with her, Tyson.”
