Page 110 of Property of Bob

“Although I’m pretty sure he invited you to bed,” McKayla muttered.

I slowly turned my head toward her.

She smiled. “I call it like I see it.”

“We are watching a movie,” I insisted.

Shay snorted.

I ignored her and focused on the television. Or tried to.

The problem was I’d already seen Twister enough times to know what was going to happen, and now that Bob wasn’t in Church, my brain apparently had nothing better to do than think about him.

Taking a nap. In the bed we’d shared last night. The bed I’d woken up in this morning with my hand resting on his arm and his leg pressed against mine.

I shifted on the couch.

Nope. I wasn’t going down that road.

I grabbed more popcorn.

Ten minutes later, I realized I hadn’t paid attention to a single thing happening on the television.

I glanced toward the hallway, then immediately looked back at the movie.

I was not going to Bob’s room. He needed to sleep.

That was why I’d told him to go take a nap in the first place. He’d done too much already today. He’d walked farther than he had yesterday, remembered something horrible from the night he’d almost died, then sat through an hour and a half of whatever happened in Church.

The man needed rest. What he didn’t need was me crawling into bed beside him and keeping him awake.

Another couple of minutes passed.

I looked toward the hallway again.

Shay caught me. I knew she caught me because the corner of her mouth lifted.

“Don’t,” I whispered.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Keep it that way.”

She mimed locking her lips.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the television.

I lasted another three minutes, then I stood.

Nobody said anything. That was almost worse.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Pearl pointed toward the bathroom near the bar. “There is one there, but I like the one in Bob’s room better.”

Shay made a choking noise, and I glared at her.

She buried her face in the popcorn bowl, and Pearl waved to me. “Toodle-loo.”