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I eye him with my brows pulled together tightly.Unorthodox?
We stop once we reach what I’m assuming is my room. The door is black, as is the one across the hall. The rest of the doors in the hall are brown.
Jericho knocks twice before he starts fumbling with his key ring to locate the right one. “The communal bathroom is just down the hall. For obvious reasons, we can’t permit you private ones,” he mumbles as he pulls out a black key and shoves it into the door.
“You’re worried about bathrooms but not about people offing themselves in their own rooms?”
He glances back at me and smirks. “Which is precisely why we assign you roommates based on your treatment plans.” I raise a brow as he pushes the door open. Light dapples across the wooden floor, and white curtains sway on a soft breeze that flows in from the open window.
“But I didn’t agree—”
“Yes, you agreed to it when you signed. Your brother didn’t tell you?”
My shoulders slump.No, of course he didn’t.I’ll have to send him a very long, wordy text later. I hate not having my own personal space to escape to.
A lone figure stands by the window, a man with dark hair and blood dripping from his forefinger.
He’s hurt.
Jericho doesn’t seem concerned as he walks across the room and wraps the man’s finger in a handkerchief. “I knocked twice, why didn’t you open the door?” he says with an annoyed tone. The bleeding man looks over at Jericho and my heart stills in my chest as those blue eyes slowly shift, connecting with mine.
“Liam?” His name leaves my lips on a breath.
Liam’s eyes widen before they flick back to Jericho. “She’smy new roommate?” He doesn’t sound upset, more surprised than anything.
Jericho smiles and nods, but before he can respond, I cut him off.
“What kind of rehab is this? I can’t share a room with aman.”
Jericho narrows his eyes at me but waves me off. “You signed off on it, Coldfox. We pair you up with a roommate ideal for your treatment plan. I know this seems odd, but our rehab has among the highest recovery rate. Like I mentioned before, we’re unorthodox. And didn’t you say you enjoyed sex earlier? Well, here you go. Liam Waters,” he says sarcastically.
My fists instinctively clench at my sides.
I can do this.
As weird as this entire place is, I owe it to James to try. Sneaky as he may be, I have to admit, this is all sort of… exciting. I hesitantly look at Liam again; he appears so calm and disconnected. He’s every bit the mysterious man from the first night we met.
I should’ve known.
He’s sick too.
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Wynn
Jericho doesn’t needto introduce us since we’ve already met. He sets my bag on top of the bed closest to the door, smiles, and tells us lunch is at noon, then leaves as if this is completely normal.
Liam and I stare at each other for a few uncomfortable moments before I turn to my bed and unpack. Every nerve in my body is sensitive because I know he’s watching me. How did we end up in this situation? It’s fucking insane, right? I thought I’d never see him again and he was going to be the mysterious guy—you know, theone that got away.
Sometimes I think encounters are best left that way. Always wondering what happened to that person and where they could be out in the big world.
I unzip my bag and take out my makeup, phone charger, and Kindle. How am I going to sleep tonight? Does he snore? Is he a psychopath? Clearly, he’s a psychopath. He fucking hooked an IV to me when he wasn’t even a nurse… Isn’t that like… illegal?
“So you aren’t a nurse.”
He moves to his bed and lies on his side so he’s facing me, his head propped up with his hand. His cold blue eyes watch me carefully. “Obviously,” he mutters with indifference.
It takes all my willpower to not flinch beneath his cruel tone. I make a mental note to tell Jericho about the hospital incident. Maybe then I can get a different roommate.
