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CHAPTER
TWENTY
SASHA
Iignore the air mattress Lynx set up for me and curl up with Bob in his bed. I have no idea where he went earlier while Lynx and I had our moment, but I’m grateful he didn’t walk in while my balls were out. I’m not sure what the rules are with animals and nakedness, but Bob’s a lot smarter than most.
It’s cozy with him purring against me and another oversized stolen hoodie on over my panties, but Lynx’s scent is everywhere in his home, and each minute that drips by without him returning has my gut in knots.
He’s not reckless. I have to keep reminding myself of that. Even if he did go looking for Antonio, I have to believe he’ll be okay. There’s also no guarantee he’d make it all the way to Wayward and back in one night. It’s a long drive and an even longer walk … maybe he’s not even there yet. Maybe he’s still walking, and he’s okay …
Or maybe he’s facing off with Antonio, and they’ve shot him clean through the head?
I hug Bob tighter, wishing I could turn the thoughts off.
I’m not going to get answers for hours, and the best thing I can do is try to sleep, then hope Wilde comes looking for me tomorrow so I can tell him what Lynx has done and make him go and interfere. As much as Lynx claims he doesn’t listen to anyone, he’d have to listen to Wilde. Right?
“Where is that stupid man?” I ask Bob, chewing on my thumbnail. “If he gets himself hurt, I’m going to kill him.”
Bob goes on purring, completely unaware that I accidentally set his owner on a path that he might not come back from.
What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?
My panic is cut off by the sound of footsteps on the porch out the front, and before I can grab something to arm myself, the door flies open and Lynx walks in. It’s hours before I was expecting him to get back, and he gets all of three strides inside before he notices me. His face pinches in confusion.
“What are you doing?”
“Going out of my mind with worry!” I sit up, planting my hands on my hips, and Bob lets out a snort as he has to readjust. “What is wrong with you?”
His eyes drop to take me in. “You’re wearing my hoodie.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
“You already stole one.”
“Why did you go down there when I said not to?”
“I want this one back.”
I huff, tilting my head back and begging the ceiling for strength. Why does he have to be the most impossible person to deal with? “Just so you know, fucking me was good, cleaning me up after was also good. Running off and leaving me upset to possibly get yourself killed—not good!”
Even yelling at him doesn’t get a reaction. He crosses to the kitchen to wash his hands and peers into the pot that finished cooking hours ago. “Did you eat?”
“Of course I didn’t eat! It finished cooking, and I didn’t know what to do next.”
Lynx moves around the kitchen doing who the fuck knows what with the food and completely ignoring my complaints. I’m relieved to see that he’s okay, but I want to keep yelling at him until he gives me some goddamn answers.
Then he starts fucking whistling.
“Why do you look like you’re in a good mood?”
He still doesn’t answer, so I flop back down beside Bob, watching him sort the food and trying not to pout at the lack of attention.
“Are you going to tell me anything?”
“Antonio knows you’re here.”
That has me sitting bolt upright again. “What? How?”
