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I hugged her, dipping my head and settling my cheek against her coconut smelling hair.
“Hey,” I murmured.
“Hey,” she mumbled.
I was about to make some snarky quip about her latching onto me, but she trembled in my arms and I bit my tongue.
After a few moments, she finally released me and stepped back. She plopped down onto the edge of the bed.
I reached for my cup of coffee, took a small sip to test the warmth, and then swallowed a gulp of the strong brew.
“Your engagement ring is missing,” she said, biting her lower lip.
I nodded.
“I brought you a change of clothes.” She picked up the blue duffel bag and set it on the bed.
“Thanks,” I said, relieved. I wouldn’t have to parade around in Duke’s massive clothes for long. I wasn’t sure where the clothes I’d worn yesterday had gone, but it didn’t matter, because I was never going to wear them again.
“Duke told me a little bit of what happened.”
“Told youwhatexactly?” I set my mug aside and then unzipped the bag.
“No specifics, just that they rescued you from a furniture truck that was taking you over the border.”
I pulled out a pair of clean underwear and took off Duke’s sweats. “Yeah, those are the broad strokes of it. Have you met Sailor yet?”
“Sailor? Who’s Sailor?”
I had to sit down to pull on the yoga pants because I was so sore.
“Sailor’s the girl who was in the truck with me,” I explained. “She crashed here last night.”
“No, I haven’t met her yet.”
“She’s probably still sleeping,” I said. “We didn’t roll in until around four in the morning.”
“Why are you even awake right now?”
“Colt called a meeting,” I said slowly.
“Oh.”
“Thanks for bringing me the clothes. That was thoughtful of you.”
She nodded. “I didn’t know if you had clothes here yet or not. Why aren’t you in Duke’s room? You’re his Old Lady now…”
“Slash gave us his and Brooklyn’s room for the night because of the private bathroom.”
“Oh.” She rubbed her forehead.
“I’m okay,” I said quietly.
“Are you? I’m not sure I believe you.”
“I’m still processing,” I admitted. “But because of our mother, I’m pretty sure this’ll just be another bad memory in a long line of bad memories I’ve had to put away and patch over.”
“Do you ever wonder if one day you’ll uncover something so dark that you won’t be able to patch over it again?”
