“What do you do, Robbie?”
“I’m a school teacher. Kindergarten.”
“Oh, nice. You like that?” Race didn’t mind theideaof kids. His lifestyle just didn’t lend itself.
“I do. I like it a lot. I’m not into clubbing or dangerous activity, I swear.”
“Hey,” he growled. “You don’t have to apologize to me. You didn’t do anything to get abducted.”
Robbie went pink. “I feel like I did. I keep trying to figure out what…”
“You’re a pretty guy who seems decent. That’s it. These guys are fuckers.”
“They are.” Robbie’s chin wobbled.
Con moaned. “M’coming. Don’t be scared.”
“Shh…Mate. You’re fine.” He stroked the hair off Con’s forehead.
“He’s good?” Con’s eyes cracked open just enough to squint. “You’re safe?”
“We are. So are you. We’re waiting for War to get here.”
“‘Kay.” Con grimaced. “Give me hell…”
“He’s going to drive us to the house. That’s all.” Race didn’t need any trouble.
“Okay.” Con shivered. “Cold.”
“You need to shift, but we have to wait for the trailer.” He could hold Con while they drove. He didn’t want to have to be even a foot away from the hairy son of a bitch.’
“Okay… Is there—” Con swallowed hard. “Water? Tylenol?”
“Yeah, let me get that.” He pointed at Robbie and mouthed, “Watch him.”
He had to go to the bathroom to get the stuff. Speaking of being a foot away, dammit.
“I’m on it. He’s not going to eat me, is he?”
“Nope. He is almost a vegetarian.” Almost.
In theory.
When there wasn’t salmon.
“Okay. I mean, there are a lot of jokes about bears and rabbits.” Robbie moved closer to Con, nose working.
“Tons. But we’re no more a cliche than you are, right?” Tylenol. Water.
“Right. I got him.” Robbie lifted his chin, clearly trying to appear brave.
“Thanks.”No biting the bunny, mate?
Promise. Thirsty. Please.
I’m on it.
He got water and a Tylenol in hand, then wet a washcloth too.He would make it into a compress and bring down the fever.
