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“It’s just until you’re fully recovered,” Lyla says softly. “It was my fault you got shot, so let me take care of you. Please?”
“Does Isaac know where you’re taking me?” I ask, even though it’s obvious. Isaac is going to be keeping an even closer eye on his daughter after the kidnapping attempt.
“Of course he does,” she says.
I have never, in my entire life, had someone care enough about me to take care of me when I was hurt or sick. I thought the guys in the MC were my friends, brothers as we all refer to each other. But Hank and Everett are the only ones who have been by to see me. If the others have, then it was before I was conscious. I know that the only reason Lyla has been constantly by my side and why she’s offering me a ride home is out of guilt, but I’ll take it. It’s better than having no one show up to drive me and having to get an Uber.
“So, Thane, what do you say?” Lyla asks a few moments later.
Like I have a choice? If left to my own devices, I may overdose on pain meds and starve to death since walking my ass around an entire grocery store is out of the question right now. “Fine.”
“Yay!” she squeals.
“The three of us all together under one roof? Sounds…fun,” I grit out.
“Ah, actually, it’ll be more than just the three of us,” she says softly.
“Huh?”
“Barrett’s dad and RJ live there too. But they’re hardly ever home! I’ve yet to see their father, and RJ has promised to behave.”
Great. I’m going to live in the home with the man who may be so furious with me kissing him that he wants me dead.
It’ll be easy for him to kill me in my sleep. Or any time of day, really, since I couldn’t fight him off. I need a gun…
“What about my things? I need my clothes.”
“Some of my dad’s guys are packing up the things you’ll need and will bring them by the house.”
“Wow. Guess you thought of everything,” I mutter.
“Lyla’s been worried to death about you. You should be thanking her for making all these arrangements,” Barrett snaps at me.
“And Barrett should be nicer to the man who saved my life!” Lyla says from the back seat.
* * *
The Fulton house is exactly what you would expect for three bachelors. It’s clean but has a lot of clutter. The furniture is well-used, and the decorations are nonexistent other than a few amateur photos of the brothers here and there.
I can’t really complain about the guest room. The sheets are so clean they still smell fresh from the dryer, and the mattress is comfy enough. I have my own small television with every streaming app in the world on it. Other than having to share the bathroom in the hall, it’s pretty nice.
Best of all, it does feel safe for Lyla, which is what I want until they catch the asshole who shot me and tried to take her. There’s no way Barrett would let anything happen to her here.
After lunch, I try to nap but can’t find a comfortable position that doesn’t make my wound ache worse, so I give up.
Which is for the best since I have some company.
“Hey, man. Brought you some shit,” Hank says when he squeezes through the bedroom door with my duffle bag in his hand.
“If we forgot anything, tell us because we’ve got to go back to your apartment anyway,” Everett says when he strolls in behind the big guy.
Hank tosses the bag down on the bed beside me.
“Thanks, but how did you get into my apartment without the key?” I ask them while unzipping to see what all they brought.
“Oh, Hank used his shoulder,” Everett says simply, making me pause my examination of the bag contents.
“His shoulder?”
