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Win propped his crutch against the side of the counter and then grabbed Wes’s chin, forcing it around so he could study him. “How’s the head?” he questioned.
Wes sighed, resigned to his fate. “Not bad.”
“Headache?” He pressed.
I turned back to the food I’d been making but listened for his replies.
“Yeah, a little.”
“How’s the ankle?”
“Annoying.”
“The rest of your body?”
There was a heartbeat of silence. Then Wes said, “Sore.”
“I missed you,” Win said, and I turned with a plate in my hand to see him hugging his brother.
A lump formed in my throat, a lump that dissolved in a quick flame of anger. I wished it were that easy to hug Wes. That simple. I couldn’t just hug him like that without wanting everything else he was too.
“I missed you too.” Wes’s voice was muffled in his shirt. Then he pulled back, wrinkling his nose. “You smell like dirty airplane.”
Win pulled back, looking between us. “You two share a brain now?”
Wes made a rude sound. “Yeah, right.”
Win cocked his eyebrow but said nothing, coming into the kitchen to reach for the plate in my hand. I pulled it out of his reach, and he shrugged, changing direction to the toast he’d tossed on the counter. Just as he was about to take a bite, I snatched it out of his hand and watched him crunch air.
“Hey!” he complained.
I laughed under my breath and slid the toast onto the plate, then carried it over to set it in front of Wes. “Eat.”
“That was supposed to be for me,” Win disputed.
I grabbed the pain reliever out of the cabinet and set it beside Wes’s plate. Then I grabbed the food I’d made for myself and handed it to Win.
“You shouldn’t have come home,” Wes said. “Aren’t you missing classes?”
Win told him the same thing he told me as I cracked some more eggs into the pan for myself.
“Seriously, I’m fine,” Wes insisted.
“I needed to see for myself,” Win said earnestly, sitting down beside him. “You would have done the same thing.”
Wes sighed. “Yeah.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Win ruffle Wes’s bedhead.
“Watch his head,” I grumped.
“You want some coffee, Wes?” Win asked.
“Yeah.”
Win chomped on his mouthful as he poured a mug of coffee for Wes.
Carrying my breakfast, I brought it over to the counter, noting the crumbs sticking to Wes’s lower lip. Without even thinking, I shifted the plate into my other hand and reached out to brush the mess away.
