“Aren’t you in the ER?”
“I’ve been told I look very good in a suit.”
I shake my head at him and check my phone again.
“Seriously, what’s with the misery?” He shoves his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. People are milling around with food and drinks inside, but it’s much calmer in the hallway.
I shove my phone back in my pocket. “Nothing.”
“Nothing,” he repeats. “I defended you when Ren came up with that nickname of hers. Mr. Grumpy Hot Bodyguard, but your face is really not helping you right now.”
A scowl twists my lips.
Tyler rolls his eyes, sighing. He’s put up with me for a long time. Which might be why he thinks he can push me. “How’s it going with Blue?”
“That’s not her nickname.”
He whistles under his breath, chuckling. “Going that well, huh.”
I scratch my jaw.Don’t say it, don’t say it.
“I saw her naked.”
Tyler’s brow lifts. “Oh.”
“No, not like that.” Well, a little bit like that. “I accidentally opened the door when she was showering.”
“Accidentally?”
I grit my teeth. “I heard a noise. She was having a panic attack in the shower.”
“Are you looking for my medical opinion on the panic attack or your perverted nature?” He holds up a hand in surrender. “Relax. I’m just joking. Now put your fucking boner away.”
I shuffle on my feet. At some point, the thought of Isolde naked has to stop making me hard, right?
“She was having a panic attack.” I’ve wanted to talk to Tyler about it since it happened, but I don’t think he’s taking it seriously enough.
He shrugs. “Someone’s trying to kill her.” He sighs at my reproachful glare. “Honestly, I’d be more worried if she wasn’t having panic attacks.”
The choked noise coming from the shower has echoed in my ears ever since. Even when she’d been shot, hours before, I’d never seen such physical pain wash over her.
“She might have a robotic face,” Tyler says. “But she’s not a robot.”
Isolde wears a bored, blank facial expression at almost all times. It’s why seeing her crumpled face had made my insides squeeze.
“Has she talked to you about it?” Tyler questions.
“No.”
“Are you going to?”
The last time I pushed her to talk I ended up with my cock inside her. I force myself to ignore visions of bending her over the couch again.
Tyler hums under his breath. “You two are a lot alike, you know.”
I won’t lie. I see similarities between us. We both like a clean house and have a thing about killing people. Still, I’m not expecting Tyler’s next remark.
“You both bottle shit up.”
