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“Whatever. It’s wicked classic.”
Vishous chuckled. And then they just sat there and watched Julia Roberts dump an entire load of manure into an old school Porsche.
“Man, I bet they never got the smell out of that car,” Butch murmured. “I mean, vacuuming only goes so far.”
“You don’t need an air freshener for a job like that. You need a lake to sink the bitch in.”
From out of the corner of his eye, V saw Butch’s arm flop onto the vacant cushion between them, the palm of his dagger hand laying flat.
Vishous’s own arm moved.
And as he laid his leather-gloved hand on his roommate’s bare one, the grip that held him was firm. Strong.
As permanent as anything mortal could be.
“You’ll always be the number one asshole in my life,” Butch said in a soft voice.
In any other circumstance, at any other time, V would have brushed the comment off. Instead, he squeezed hard.
Even in his post-session float, he couldn’t explain how important that reassurance was to him—and how special it was to be accepted for who he was by not only his mate, but his best friend and Marissa. As extreme as he needed to get every once in a while, it was a blessing to be embraced without exception . . . loved.
“And you will always be my roommate,” V murmured.
“We still ain’t datin’.”
Vishous laughed and rubbed his thumb back and forth over his eyebrow. “No, we ain’t.”
They continued to hold hands, and watch the movie, and sit side by side. It was so comfortable and simple; it was like they had done this all their lives. And the good news, V knew, was that they would be doing it . . .
. . . for the rest of their lives.
As Rio went to get out of the bed, she was aware that she had a couple of different purposes for going vertical: She needed to go to the bathroom again—that was pretty clear—but there were other reasons to get up and move around, most of which were tied to the sense that she was running out of time. Luke had to know that she was a liability if she stuck around.
He was going to have to get her out of here.
So she had to learn what she could about the building, the operation, the people before she left.
Therefore, it was by force of will rather than actual strength that she got up on her feet and walked by the empty beds. When she arrived at the curtains that hung from the ceiling, she hesitated.
“Hello,” said a hoarse voice from inside the draping.
She cleared her throat. “Hi.”
When there was nothing else from the other patient, she glanced over her shoulder to the door that led into that long hall with the light bulbs. “Do you need anything?”
As if she could find something other than trouble in this place she did not know and did not belong in?
“No. Thank you.”
Such a rasp. The kind that meant death was prowling around his bedsprings.
“What are you doing,” the patient said. “Here.”
She found herself wanting to answer him. Maybe it was the veil that separated them—and not the one that was hanging in front of her face. The man on the other side was not long for the world, whereas she had just come through her trials to survive once again.
At least she assumed she was going to get herself out of all of this alive.
“I don’t know,” she murmured. “What I’m doing here.”
“You don’t belong.”
“No, I don’t.” Rio snapped out of the thrall she could feel herself falling into. “I’m just visiting.”
“People do not visit here.”
“I . . . I have to go.”
When there was only silence, she turned away. Stumbled away. As she got to the door, she fumbled to open it.
Rio gasped and jumped back.
Out in the hall, sitting with his arms on his bent knees and his forehead on his arms, Luke was like a sentry who had fallen asleep at his post—
He came instantly to attention.
“Hi,” she said. Then she lifted her hand. Like that would explain something . . . that didn’t have her using him to get information that would put him in jail.
Although why should she care about double-crossing a criminal?
“Leaving so soon?” He stretched his arms over his head and rolled his heavy chest out. “The accommodations not working for you?”
“Actually, that bed is not bad at all.”
“How’s your concussion?”
“Better. Any idea what time it is?”
“I can’t take you back to Caldwell yet. It’s still light out.” As she frowned, he shrugged. “We’re discreet in these parts, what can I say. And I’d think you’d also want to keep your head down.”
“All things considered, I think we can both agree I haven’t been taking very good care of my noggin lately. If I were a supervisor, I’d be fired for negligence by now.”
