“But the doctor?—”
“Will be there when I get there,” I said, no room for argument. I was making sure he was fed and set up and safe here before I left. If it weren’t for the security system, I probably wouldn’t leave at all. Well, that and the fact that the only person who knew where I lived was Kieran.
“You’re going to make me something to eat?” he asked.
“It’ll probably be burned and mushy at the same time,” I warned. He probably thought I was joking.
I wasn’t.
“I’ll eat every bite,” he vowed.
Shit, what if I gave him food poisoning?
“I’ll order in.” I decided.
“But you were going to cook for me.” He pouted.
“I need to go to the grocery store first. I don’t have much.” It was a half-truth. I did need some groceries, but I also needed to find some recipes I could manage without making him sick.
“I could cook for us.” He volunteered.
“No!” I bellowed. It was giving Kieran and kindasurprised us both.
I turned to see him grimacing with his hands folded in front of him.
“Baby,” I said, much softer this time. “C’mere.”
“I have to get my stuff,” he said, pointing to the purple backpack.
I went to him instead, cradling his face in my palms. “Let me take care of you, okay? I want to.”
The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Okay,” he whispered.
I kissed him softly. “Good. Set up your stuff and find a place to put the kids while I feed you.”
Something passed over his face.
“What?” I asked, worried something was wrong. “Are you sick?” I asked, already reaching for the phone.
“No,” he said quickly. “It’s just… every time you talk, my stomach gets all fluttery.”
I smiled.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Rett
“Look for his murder locker.”
Of all the things Haz could have said when I told him I’d moved in with Hiro, that was the last thing on my list.
If I had a list.
I didn’t even know what a murder locker was.
Whatever it was, Haz seemed sure Hiro had one. Said Kieran kept his behind two secret doors. I was beginning to think I couldn’t keep up with Haz’s level of gossip.
