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“And he obviously came because he wanted to talk—”
“I doubt it.”
Again I stepped in front of him. “If you don’t open that door, I swear, no sex, no alcohol, no kettle corn.”
“Is that a code for something?” he mocked me, so I punched his arm.
“Go—” I stopped when Wyatt walked out holding a bottle of scotch, Ethan’s scotch, drinking from the bottle with one hand and holding the bag of kettle corn in the other. Ignoring us, he walked into the living room, slipped out of his scrubs, and sat his ass on the couch comfortably. Reaching for the remote, he switched to a random movie and just watched, eating and drinking quietly.
“I think he’s broken,” I whispered to Ethan.
“He’s hiding,” Ethan corrected, moving to the living room, pushing Wyatt down to the floor to lie back down on the couch. Wyatt didn’t even argue. He just kept eating.
Nope, not doing this shit.
Picking up the remote, I turned off the television, causing them both to look at me.
“Wyatt, your brother and I were about to talk about something important until your Gollum ass came over. So unless you have a good reason to be here I’m going to ask you to leave—”
“My girlfriend died today,” he said blankly, staring at me, and I froze. “Some high lunatic stabbed her. I tried to help her. He slashed my arm. I wanted to blame Ethan. But what was I going to say? Why did you stop supplying drugs to the city? It sounded senseless even to me.”
I looked at Ethan, but he was still just playing dead.
“Wyatt, I’m so sorry—”
“I need a place to stay for a few hours.” He went on, holding his hand up for the remote. When I gave it to him Ethan asked.
“Why not your own place?”
“Because people would come to check up on me. That is what happens when people like you,” he said, stuffing popcorn into his mouth. “Anyway, I really don’t have the energy to pretend to be sad in front of them, thanks to the crazy shifts I’ve been pulling.”
Wait, what?
“Pretend to be sad?” I repeated. “She was your girlfriend.”
“I slept with her a few times, we went out when I was bored, but I didn’t love her or even know her. Everyone else called her my girlfriend, so it would seem a little cruel to deny it now that she’s gone,” he replied, and I just stared at him as he drank and ate. “I came here because no one would find me and no one is dying here, so I can rest in peace, while I get the chance.”
“You aren’t even a little sad?”
He finally tore his brown eyes from the television to me. “Kind of. Like in a way you watch a deer get hit by a car sad. But that’s not sad enough. I think they expect me to be bawling or something. And if we must cry, we cry for family.”
“And if we must cry, we cry for family,” Ethan said, perfectly in sync with him.
Okay then. Walking over to him and lying back on Ethan’s chest, I just watched the movie with them.
“When are you going to kill the Finnegan brothers and get out of my city?” Wyatt took another long gulp of the scotch.
“If it’s your city, why the fuck are you asking me to save it? Why don’t you kill them yourself?” Ethan said under his breath.
“The Hippocratic oath,” Wyatt replied, and Ethan smacked the back of his head.
Wyatt paused for a moment and turned back. However, seeing me on his chest just smiling, he faced front again.
“The great Ethan Callahan, a man so dangerous people die even when he does nothing,” Wyatt muttered.
“Wyatt Callahan, a man so cunning he’s convinced the world he is an angel,” Ethan shot back.
“I—”
