An hour later, I was walking into my house, Rhys and Wolfe directly behind me. Rhys and I had driven back to Reagan’s bar so I could get my car. When we arrived, it looked as though half the town had shown up to see what had happened. I'd realized then just how quickly the news spread in a small town. Before we’d pulled out of the lot, Wolfe was pulling in, his truck blocking both of our vehicles.
This time, when I offered to cook dinner, he didn’t hesitate to agree. Of course, I'd made the offer to both of them.
The problem was, I really didn’t know what I could cook. I had very little in my fridge and even less in the pantry. It only took a second to get a full menu of options and they consisted of… “I don’t suppose y’all like grilled ham and cheese?”
Wolfe was the first to grin, followed quickly by Rhys.
“It’s our favorite,” they both lied in unison.
“Whatever.” I sighed.
Wolfe moved over, his hands curling over my shoulders as he pulled me into him. I went willingly, resting my head against his chest.
As he brushed his hand over my hair, he said, “How ’bout we let Rhys make grilled ham and cheese and we’ll supervise?”
“Me?” Rhys sounded appalled. “Have you ever known me to cook?”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Wolfe noted.
I laughed, pulling back. “I can cook, it’s just?—”
Before I could finish the sentence, Rhys moved past me, swatting me on the butt and chuckling. “I’ve got this, girl. Never underestimate the power of law enforcement.”
“Trust me, I won’t make that mistake ever again.” Although I'd said the words under my breath, I hadn’t meant for them to come out. And I especially hadn’t meant for Rhys and Wolfe to hear them.
“What?” Wolfe’s emerald gaze slammed into mine, his tone hard, his concern apparent.
As I stared at them, I felt heat creep into my cheeks. What had I done?
“Amy? What do you mean by that?” Rhys’s tone was more pained than angry, but I saw the worry on his handsome features just the same.
“Nothing. Oh, God.” I covered my face and tore out of the room, going straight for the guest bedroom.
I needed to get it ready for Reagan.
Yes. That was what I needed to do.
How could I be so stupid? I'd managed to keep my mouth shut for a solid year, and suddenly I'd let out my greatest secret. Not to mention, my biggest fear.
It had to be because of what Reagan was going through. The mere thought of her boyfriend hitting her had been a fear I had wrestled with all day.
Staring at the empty guest room, I tried to think what I should do first. Anything to keep my mind off the past and to keep the men in my kitchen from asking questions. I didn’t have anything except for a futon for Reagan to sleep on, but I was sure Reagan and I could figure that out. I had never anticipated actually having guests.
“Amy?”
Wolfe.
Unable to move, I stood facing away from the gruff voice behind me. I figured there were two imposing men standing there, wanting some answers. Answers I wasn’t ready to give because I didn’t want to relive the past. It was bad enough that I continued to have nightmares.
I didn’t want those memories imposing during the day.
Hell, I didn’t want the memories at all.
Wolfe
I wanted Amy to turn around and spill her guts, to tell me what the hell was going on. Why she’d say something like that.
No, I needed Amy to talk to me. It was no longer a mere want.
