“I missed.”
“Yes, but you scratched emotionally, not technically.”
Hodge stared at him.“What the fuck does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” Podge admitted.“I got distracted.”
“By Britta’s sex joke?”
“Yes.”
“Fair.”
Goldie laughed again, softer this time, and I found myself watching her instead of the chaos around us.
She looked lighter.
The tension that had clung to her shoulders since the apartment had eased.Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, and every now and then, she glanced toward me like she wanted to make sure I was still there.
I was.I wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter Ten
Goldie
My head was trying to kill me.
That was my first thought when I opened my eyes.
Actually, no.My first thought was that someone had somehow replaced my skull with a metal drum and invited Gramps to snore directly inside it.
My second thought was that I was never drinking again.Ever.
I rolled onto my side and groaned into the pillow.The sound came out rough, pathetic, and not at all like a woman who had spent the last couple of days running from a secret organization that apparently owned half of Madison.
Nope.
I sounded like a woman who had let Tempi make her drinks.That was its own kind of danger.
The room was dim, but sunlight still managed to sneak around the edges of the curtains and stab me directly in both eyes.I squeezed them shut and tried to remember how I had gotten upstairs.
Nothing.
Well, almost nothing.
There was a flash and strong arms sliding around me, the scent of leather, soap, and motorcycle exhaust.Wheels’ voice near my ear, low and amused, telling someone he had me.
Then nothing.
I opened one eye slowly, and the room spun.I closed it again.“Absolutely not,” I whispered.
A few seconds passed before I tried again.This time, I kept both eyes cracked open and focused on the nightstand beside the bed.
A glass of water sat there, and beside it were two pills.
I didn’t question it.I didn’t think.I reached out, grabbed the pills, and swallowed them down with half the glass of water like my life depended on it.Honestly, it might have.The water was cool, and for three glorious seconds, I thought maybe I was going to survive.
Then someone knocked on the door.The sound cracked through my skull like a gunshot.I flinched and pressed one hand to my forehead.“Come in,” I croaked.
