“I have a weird brain.”
Twister smirked.“No complaints here.”
Tempi disappeared into the kitchen before popping her head back out.“Coffee’s officially cut off.”
A chorus of disappointed groans answered her.“You’ll survive.”
“I don’t know,” Hodge deadpanned.“I’ve become attached.”
She rolled her eyes.“Goodnight, boys.”
One by one, everyone started drifting away.
I gathered the last folder into a stack before stretching my back.Every muscle protested.
It made absolutely no sense.
I’d spent twelve hours sitting.How did sitting hurt this much?
Wheels appeared beside me without saying a word and lifted the heaviest stack before I could.
“I’ve got it.”
“I know.”
He carried it anyway.
We put everything in the office where Twister wanted it for the morning before I finally admitted defeat.“I’m done.”
His grin tugged at one corner of his mouth.“Time for bed, babe.”
Best suggestion I’d heard all day.I muttered goodnight to everyone and headed toward the stairs.Behind me, boots followed.
I should have probably told Wheels I planned to collapse face-first into my mattress and sleep until someone physically dragged me out of bed tomorrow.Instead, I didn’t have the energy.
If Wheels wanted to walk me upstairs and spend another night sleeping in that uncomfortable chair outside my room, more power to him.
The stairs felt twice as long as they had that morning.
Halfway up, Britta leaned over the upstairs railing.“Night, Goldie!”
I looked up.“Night!”
“Wheels!”
“Yeah?”he grunted.
“You better actually sleep tonight.”
“No promises.”
She pointed a finger at him.“I mean it.”
He laughed.“I heard you.”
She disappeared back toward her room, still muttering something about stubborn bikers.
I couldn’t help smiling.
