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That was enough.
Because she couldn’t focus on herself, on her relationship. She was focused on Mel…fucking hell.
Poor Mel.
Who had woken up not knowing where she was, her head fuzzy from the spiked drinks, her body battered and bleeding, and she’d called Asher.
Jeremy’s brother had found her then proceeded to beat to the shit out of the man who’d hurt Mel (deservedly) and gotten Mel out of there.
But by that point, Mel hadn’t been thinking straight, at least according to Asher.
She screamed and fought him when he’d tried to get her to go to the hospital.
Screamed and fought so much that he’d relented, had brought her to Wyatt and Tiffany’s place instead, where she hadn’t listened to her twin, hadn’t listened to Asher, hadn’t listened to Wyatt.
And that was where Teresa’s man had come in.
He’d driven here, had bundled her up in his car, and brought her to the hospital.
No coaxing. No trying to convince.
Just taking her in.
And thank God he had.
She needed the injuries to be documented, the police to come, the crime to be reported, and she needed treatment, care, and support for what came after.
She needed closure.
She neededthem.
“I—” Teresa squeezed his hand, not sure how to answer him about next steps. “What does she want now?”
He shook his head, face creased with worry. “She wants to have a Game Night.”
One Teresa had just spent the last thirty minutes canceling, telling everyone the bare details, not wanting to hide what happened—because Mel had nothing to be ashamed of—but also not willing to give too many.
It was her body, her truth,hers.
So much had been ripped from her already.
How could Teresa add to it?
But…
She couldn’t be meant to think she was alone.
“Then she’s going to have a Game Night,” Teresa said.
His face clouded with concern. “She’s not up—”
“She needs normal, sweetie,” she whispered. “She needs us.”
That concern was replaced with determination.
“Then she’s going to have it.”
“Booyah, mofos!” she yelled. “And in case, you’re keeping track”—she lightly bumped Mel’s arm with her own—“That’s my fourth win of the evening.” She buffed her knuckles on her shoulder.
