Monroe’s hand found hers under the table. She was trembling slightly, or was that Addie?
“Addie? Are you okay?” Monroe asked.
“Fuck, sorry, Addie. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Cash said, holding his hands up slightly, as though he thought she was an injured animal that he had to be very careful around. She definitely felt on edge, as though something was coming for her.
Addie could only imagine how Monroe was feeling. And the last thing her sister needed was to be taking care of her.
So she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding.
“Fine,” she managed to croak out.
Both Ralen and Cash watched her with disbelief.
“No, you’re not,” Cash said. “You can barely talk, you’re shaking and you just jumped a mile into the air. Plus, you haven’t eaten. None of you have.”
“It’s hard to eat after the day we’ve had.” Monroe shook her head. “I need to go to bed. Addie probably does too. Your throat is still bad, babes?”
“Be fine,” she said.
“I’m going to call Hack, get him to come check you over,” Cash said.
Addie frowned, shaking her head. She grabbed her phone and typed out a message on her text-to-speech app. She’d downloaded it at the airport while they were waiting.
“I’m fine. Just need to rest my throat and it’s late. Don’t call him. I just want some sleep. It will be better tomorrow.”
Cash frowned but nodded.
Relief filled her.
“Is there anything you can take for your throat?” Cash said.
She shook her head.
“She took some painkillers earlier,” Monroe said. “She probably just needs to rest it. Addie isn’t used to talking this much.”
Addie smiled at her sister. She really thought the best idea was just to go to bed and try to get some rest.
“Come on, Addie,” Monroe said as she stood. “Let’s go find our rooms. Um, thanks for everything. I know that I kind of zoned out.”
“You still haven’t eaten,” Ralen said with a frown.
“I’ll be fine. Just need some beauty sleep. You could use some too.”
Ooh. Ouch.
Monroe turned and tugged her away. Addie waved good night to both men. Cash was already on his phone, though. A stab of sadness hit her, which was silly.
He wasn’t hers.
“Do you want to sleep with me?” Monroe asked her.
Addie nodded. She didn’t want to be alone, and she got the feeling that Monroe probably didn’t want to be either. They headed into Monroe’s bedroom.
To her surprise, the bathroom attached to Monroe’s bedroom was filled with everything they could possibly need, even a spare set of pajamas and slippers.
“You take the pajamas,” Monroe said. “I’ll just sleep in my singlet.”
Addie nodded, knowing that was what would make her sister more comfortable anyway. After a quick shower, she got into her pajamas and then headed toward the bed. Monroe was already asleep. She’d always been a good sleeper.
