“Haz was missing.” He defended himself.
I growled. “You saw him without pants!”
“I didn’t look.”
“Looked enough to know they were missing,” I accused.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
“You will apologize.”
He scoffed. “Like hell.”
“Apologize or lose an eye,” I bartered.
“No.”
Squinting, I covered up one of his eyes. “You’d make a hot pirate.”
He smacked my arm away. “Get off me.”
“Apologize.”
“Fine,” he growled.
I got up and offered him my good hand. He smacked it away again.
I went back to the mattress and sat down. “Doc leave any pain pills?” I asked. Probably shouldn’t have been moving around this much, but threats had to be made.
“I flushed them down the toilet.”
I gave him a flat look. “I’m keeping these pants.”
“I’ll never wear them again anyway.”
We looked at each other and grinned.
It was an unnatural expression on Kieran, but he tried. Naturally, he went back to his RBF first.
“You love him,” he said quietly.
“No,” I denied. “And I don’t care what you saw. He’s not addicted to drugs.”
“Love makes you stupid, but don’t let it make you blind.”
I shrugged my uninjured shoulder. “Since I’m not in love, I don’t have to worry about either.”
Kieran said nothing, just stood there all judgy.
I sighed. “Look, I’ll keep an eye on him, okay?”
“If you don’t, I will.”
My eyes narrowed.
Kieran’s words were clipped. “He’s around Haz.”
“I’ve got this,” I vowed.
