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She shrugs. “I think you will do anything to protect the people you care about. Even put yourself in danger.”
She has me there. Isn’t that exactly what I did by returning to the Feast?
“Rhys, we only want to keep you safe.”
“Can I listen to the new message from Julie?”
Cynthia flinches back at my question, surprise lifting her brows. “How do you know about that?”
“It doesn’t matter how I know. I just do. Can I listen to it?”
“Maybe. We can talk about it when I get home from work tonight.”
I roll my eyes but nod at the same time and reluctantly follow her out of the hall. When I turn back, I’m expecting my guys to be gone, but Shaun is still there, his eyes on me, and before I step through the door, he blows me a kiss. My grin is wide, and I giggle, stopping in the doorway.
“I love you, Shaun Bossier!” I call out, my voice echoing in the stadium, drawing the attention of the handful of students and teachers remaining. Shaun beams at me, his teeth flashing as he chuckles.
“I love you too, Rhys George!” He calls back, and I hear my mum mutter out in the hall.
“For God’s sake.”
Nothing my ‘rents can say or do will wipe the stupid grin off my face. Will’s brows lift when he sees me, and when he looks to his wife for an explanation, she shakes her head and mumbles, “Don’t ask.”
The house is quiet when we get home. The twins are still at school, and Char is at work, and after a quick ham and cheese sanga, Will retreats to the home office to do his own work. I don’t have another exam for a couple of days, and as much as that would normally make me happy, now I know I’m locked in this prison for two days without being able to see or contact my guys and nothing else to do.
I annoy Will for a bit, asking him questions about the house plans he is stewing over, and then ask him if he can buy me some paint so I can paint the walls of my bedroom. I was worried he’d say no, but he looked pleased that I asked, and he sat with me while I used his computer to choose a colour for him to pick up later. I tried to convince him to give me my laptop back so I could have a look by myself and take my time, but of course, he said no.
I busy myself for the afternoon, taking down my posters and cleaning my walls, dragging my furniture into the centre of the room so I can paint my walls as soon as my dad picks up the paint order and brushes. As busy as I try to make myself, my mind still wanders to my guys.
How did things go with my mum and Garrett? What is happening with his dad? Is Ty ok? Is he really alright about quitting his teaching job? What’s happening with Sy’s mum? Has she agreed to let him stay in Fox Pines? Will she pay for his schooling next year? How is Shaun’s mum going? Is she doing any better or getting worse? Has his brother come out yet? If he has, does his dad accept that Derek is gay? Will his dad let Shaun finish year twelve before he forces him to work on their farm full time? Has Marcus tracked down Eric yet? What do his parents think of me since I’m the reason he smashed up the school office?
I have to say, having my mind consumed by thoughts of other people instead of my needy Kitty is good, but the only problem is, the more I’m away from my guys, the more my Kitty claws at me. I try to ignore her, but like always, it’s impossible. She is missing their dicks as much as I’m missing their hearts.
By the time dinner comes around, I’m a grumpy bitch. I retreat to my room, not wanting to take my bitchiness out on the twins, and like last night, I refuse to join the family for dinner. I do, however, eat the plate of food the twins bring me because hangry me seems to be worse when my heart and Kitty are lonely.
Just like last night, I go kind of crazy, skipping around my room, and this time doing handstands against my bare walls. Will delivers me my paint and supplies by 8pm and is surprised when I get straight to work. But he doesn’t question me or insist I wait until tomorrow. It takes me two hours to do the first coat of paint, the dark purple already making my bedroom feel more homely to me. I decide to do the second coat tomorrow and wash the rollers and brushes out by the back laundry door, tempted by the mild night air to just wander off for a walk to a place that houses one of my guys.
I don’t go anywhere, though. I stay right where I am, going out of my mind.
It’s after eleven when I can’t take it any longer and sneak across the hall to Char’s room. Tapping on her door, I slowly ease it open when she calls “come in”, and she grins knowingly at me as if she were expecting me to drop by for a visit.
“How much do you love me?” I ask, and she rolls her fake green eyes.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question? After all, you’re here because you want something from me, aren’t you?”
“Can I please use your phone? Just for a little while?” I beg, slapping my hands together in front of my chest.
Char huffs. “And what will you do for meifI let you use my phone?” Char asks, standing from her bed and placing a hand on her hip.
“I’ll do your dish night for the next two weeks.” I smile hopefully at her, but she rolls her eyes.
“Nope. Two weeks won’t cut it. Make it a month, and you have yourself a deal.”
I roll my eyes this time. “Fine. A month of your dish nights for an hour on your phone.”
Char drops her hand from her hip and narrows her eyes. “Fine. But if you get caught, you say you stole it from me. I’m not going down for you.”
I smile. “Deal.”
