Page 15 of Property of Push


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“Sometimes we think about it.”

That earned a tired little laugh from her.I liked hearing that sound more than I should’ve.We stopped outside one of the bedroom doors.“This one.”

I pushed the door open and stepped aside for her.

The room wasn’t huge, but it was clean.A dresser sat against one wall beside a narrow bed and a small nightstand.

Shay had stayed there when she first came to the island before moving into Prime’s room.

McKayla stepped inside slowly and looked around.“Nicer than the motel I was staying at,” she admitted.“Though all my stuff’s still there.”

“We’ll get it tomorrow.”

Her eyes lifted to mine immediately.“I’m going with.”

“We’ll see what Anchor wants to do.”

That seemed to irritate her instantly.“Do you always have to run everything by Anchor?”

“When it’s club business?Yeah.”

She crossed her arms carefully.“So I’m club business?”

I leaned against the doorframe slightly.“Right now?Yeah.”

She stared at me for a second before dragging her fingers through her messy hair with a sigh.“This is all too much.”The sarcasm was gone now.All that was left was exhaustion.“I can’t figure out what to think anymore,” she admitted quietly.

“It’s the concussion,” I told her.“You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Is that your medical opinion?”

“Nope.”

“Good to know.”

Another tiny smile.Jesus.I needed her to stop doing that.

I pushed away from the doorway.“Get some sleep.”

She nodded slowly.“You can go.”

Something about the words hit strangely.

Like she thought I was standing there because I didn’t trust her.

Maybe part of me didn’t, but mostly?I just didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone yet.Still, I nodded once.“If you need anything,” I said, “just holler.My room’s right next door.”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly.“Convenient.”

“Intentional.”

That earned me another look.Longer this time, but then she finally nodded.“Okay.”

I stepped backward into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind me before heading next door toward my own room.The second the door closed behind me, the quiet hit hard.

I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed and rubbed both hands over my face.

What a goddamn mess.