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“Yeah, you do that,” War says, shoving himself out of his chair. He stomps toward her, then runs his fingers over her cheek. “Don’t stress if you don’t find it.”
“I get super busy when I don’t take it on a schedule. I skipped my dose yesterday afternoon because I knew I might have a drink to celebrate my birthday.”
“Check around. I’m going to do the same.” He bends over, kisses her forehead, and heads for the door. The bus shakes as his big ass stomps down the steps.
Tinley jolts when the door slams behind him. “He seems upset.”
“Not at you,” I assure her.
“I’m going to look through my other stuff,” she says, spinning around and kind of skipping to the bunk area.
Fitz catches my gaze, quirking an eyebrow.
I give him a nod. “We were out for hours yesterday, looking for the two of you.”
“And you think someone on the tour came in and went through our shit?” Fitz growls, but it’s clear he’s trying to keep his voice down.
“I don’t think it’s impossible. War had a similar problem with his pain pills disappearing when he was healing.”
“Motherfucker,” Fitz says, turning so he can watch Tinley.
She’s busy tossing everything she owns out of the drawers under Fitz’s bunk. And suddenly her comment to Warrick makes more sense. She does seem a little hyper, but it’s also really freaking cute.
I frown, scratching my jaw.
Maybe I should offer to help.
I don’t want her to worry.
“Let her see if it’s there. If not, we can offer to help,” Fitz says, like he can read my mind. “If we get in her way right now, it’ll only make her more anxious.”
I give him a nod of understanding, but it’s really fucking hard not to follow Warrick to see what’s up.
I try to keep my nose out of other people’s business, but Tinley shouldn’t have to deal with this kind of garbage.
* * *
Warrick stomps back inside twenty minutes later. Tinley is curled up on the couch while Fitz runs his fingers through her hair. She sits up, and War tosses a bottle at her.
“Thank you,” she says with wide eyes as she studies the label. “I don’t understand. Where did I leave it?”
“You didn’t,” War growls, putting himself down on one of the swivel chairs. “Count them out and see what’s missing.”
“Seriously?” she whispers.
“Yeah, we’ll find a doctor to replace whatever is gone.” My twin looks like he’s about to bust a blood vessel.
“No, there are laws and stuff. They’re specific about what date I can even get them refilled. When I visited my grandparents one summer, I forgot them. My grandma had to go all covert drug dealer and mail them to my mom,” Tinley says, laughing. “I’ll check. Thank you.” She shoves herself up and heads for the back bedroom, likely to give herself a flat surface to count them out on.
“Who?” I ask as soon as the door closes.
“Fuck if I know. They were on the bathroom counter in the other bus. That place is a fucking disaster. I had to climb over passed-out bodies to get to the bunks.” War sighs. “I’m so fucking over this shit.”
“Me too,” I agree, and I really am.
It’s hard to play every night with guys I no longer trust.
ChapterEleven
