“Yeah,” I chuckled.“Be weird if you did.”
She huffed.“It’s like I’m a prisoner.”
“No,” I said.“Makes you a priority.”
She looked away fast, but not before I saw the flush hit her cheeks.
Anchor watched the exchange with that too-knowing look he got when he saw something before the rest of us.
“I’ll be in and out,” he said.“If either of you remembers anything else…”
“Yeah,” I said.
He headed out the door, and it shut with a thud behind him.
That left just me and Shay in the common room.
Her.
Me.
She blew out a breath and finally took a sip of coffee.Her nose wrinkled.“This is terrible.”
I smirked.“Skull made it.”
“The stuff in the break room at the grocery store is better than this,” she muttered.
I jerked my chin toward the couch.“You can sit, you know.”
“You’re not,” she pointed out.
“I don’t sit,” I said.
“Ever?”
“Sometimes,” I said.“Not now.”
She studied me for a beat, then walked around the coffee table and planted herself on the end of the couch with one leg curled under her.
“So what am I supposed to do?”she asked.“While I’m a ‘priority’?”
“Eat,” I said.“Sleep.Hang out with Pearl.Stay in my sight.Try to remember anything that might help us not end up with your picture in another file.”
“That’s dark,” she muttered.“And not very fun.”
“That’s reality,” I said.
She blew out a breath.“And you’re just… going to stand there?All day?”
“Pretty much,” I said.
“What if I have to pee?”she asked.
“I walk you to the bathroom, check to make sure it’s safe, then wait outside the door until you’re done.”
Her eyes widened.“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
