Guard duty? I frown as I glance at the weak sunlight streaming through the broken warehouse windows. Didn’t he get some sleep last night? Judging from how he looks, probably not.
The knots in my gut tighten.
“She took my chocolate bar, the one I called dibs on last night,” one of the women snaps before giving the small wrapper a tug.
The other woman holds onto it and glares. “You didn’t sayshitabout calling dibs last night, Nicole. You didn’t even know it existed until ten minutes ago.”
The first woman, Nicole, scoffs. “How would you know, Tracy? You weren’t even there! And even if I didn’t say it last night, I’m saying it now. Sogive it back!”
The two women continue to bicker while the rest of us watch on with gaping mouths. All of this is over achocolate bar? Rhys looks about done with all of this shit and Alex isn’t far off as the two of them sigh and tryto break up the argument. But the women aren’t having it, ignoring the men as they fight.
“They’ll be at this for at least another hour,” a feminine voice says beside me.
I jerk my head away from the fight to see the brown-haired woman who was cooking with Tobias and Ollie last night sitting between me and Ollie.
“How do you know that?” Ollie asks, frowning at her.
“Because they were like this at the camp. I’m pretty sure they’re going to fuck at some point so that should help the tension. As long as one of them doesn’t try to edge the other. Then we’re all screwed.” She shudders.
I almost choke on my spit. “What?”
She turns to me with a pitying look. “Don’t know what edging is, Tattoo God? That’s a shame, but not unexpected.” She leans closer to Ollie. “This is why my money is on the grumpy one.”
“Rachel!” Ollie shoves the woman’s shoulder. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”
“And the grumpy guy could be a pain in yours.” The woman—Rachel—wiggles her eyebrows, and I can’t help but chuckle at the incredulous expression on Ollie’s face.
“If he’s not, I certainly will be,” I say, unable to stop myself from joining in on teasing Ollie. “Or both of us could be, if that’s your kink. DAP is a thing.” I wink at her.
Ollie groans and covers her bright red face with her hands. “I hate you both.”
Rachel turns her head back to me, eyebrows arched. “Bothof you?” She taps her chin in contemplation. “I didn’t think of that, but now that you’ve said something…” She glances back at Ollie. “It’s not just one, is it? It’s all three of them.”
“I’m not telling you anything,” is Ollie’s muffled reply. “You’ll just tell my brother, and he’s an awful gossip.”
Rachel snorts. “He really is.” She goes to say something else, but the argument explodes into shouting. “I should help sort that out,” Rachel sighs and gets to her feet. “I’ll pray for your vagina.” She pats Ollie on the shoulder.
I huff out a laugh at the mortified look Ollie shoots her as the other woman strides off to intercept the heated argument between the two other women.
“Don’t laugh at me, asshole,” Ollie says with a scowl, which only makes me laugh more.
“Sorry, princess, but your expressions are priceless.”
“Dick,” she mutters as she staggers to her feet and sets about clearing up her area.
With Rachel handling the argument, I seize the chance to go to Alex to make sure everything is okay between the two of us. My muscles and joints scream as I stretch, my body feeling like I got dragged through a hedge. The fight, plus the lack of sleep and the journey yesterday, has done a number on me. I can’t wait to get back to Haven so I can sleep in a proper bed.
Alex stands beside Rhys, the two of them watching as Rachel talks down the two women.
“Hey,” I say, moving to stand beside him. “Did you even get any sleep last night?”
His gaze flicks to me, his eyes cold and hard. “I got an hour or two.” He returns his focus to the women.
I frown, my stomach tightening with nerves. “Well, at least that’s something, but you should probably get some more tonight.”
He grunts but doesn’t otherwise acknowledge me.
Rhys leans back, his brow furrowed as he inclines his head towards Alex’s back before mouthing, “What’s wrong with him?”
