Lib Novel Page 22
“You really can’t blame her. She hasn’t had much sleep in the last week.”
“Really?”
It was easy to hear the sarcasm in Sean’s voice. Most people would chalk it up to Sean being jaded, but Randy knew better. It was a coping mechanism he used to keep people away. If he hadn’t been watching Sean so closely, he would have missed the tightening of his mouth that had more to do with discomfort about Jaime than any pain he was in.
“Yes. When she heard the story last night, she wanted to come over here and find you. At three in the morning.”
Sean said nothing.
“So, you don’t want to talk about the issue you had with Lassiter?”
He shook his head.
“And you are just going to spend days here doing nothing?”
“I do things.”
Great, now he sounded like a five-year-old. Dealing with one lover who was a hot head and another lover who was a petulant five-year-old was almost too much for Randy to take.
“Right. Like drink so much you would make your stepfather feel like an insufficient drunk.”
Sean’s face was expressionless. “Is there a point to this conversation?”
“Yes. We are here and we aren’t leaving until you come clean. And, we are going to help you.”
“I didn’t ask.”
Randy smiled. “Neither did I, babe. Just get used to it. Princess is probably down there complaining how you have no food in the pantry.”
Before Sean could object, he closed the distance between them. Randy laid a hand on Sean’s cheek. “Don’t be long, because you know she gets pissed when you make her wait.”
Without hesitation, he did the one thing he had been dreaming of doing since he’d seen Sean laying in bed. Randy brushed his mouth over Sean’s. The moment their lips touched, his heart sang. There was only one other person in the world who could do this to him, and she was now in the kitchen complaining loud enough to wake up the dead.
He pulled back and tried not to feel so proud that Sean looked stunned. “Hurry up, you know patience isn’t her strong point.”
Randy left as fast as he could without looking like a coward. He had been so close to begging and that was one thing he could not do. Would not do. Besides, it was always better if you gave Sean room to think.
Sean winced when he sat down on his bed. He was really fucked up when just sitting down hurt. What the hell had he done last night? The nausea was dissipating, but the pain was intensifying. He returned to the bathroom to grab some painkillers before he had to face Randy and Jaime downstairs. If he thought it would work, Sean would order them both out of his house. The chance of that happening was next to zero.
He got a couple of capsules, popped them into his mouth. Sometimes he wished he hadn’t taken the job, or fucked it up so badly. Still, he couldn’t regret the consequences. Not now that he had met her.
His head pounded like a fucking sledgehammer. Slowly, Sean opened his eyes. He was in the same room.
He listened for a long moment and determined he was alone. When he finally decided to move, he realized he couldn’t. Whoever had hit him had tied his hands and feet. It took a little bit of effort, but he finally got himself righted and leaned against the wall.
Shit. He felt like throwing up. He probably had a fucking concussion.
“Be careful there. You vomit, you clean it up.”
The voice was female and young. Most people would peg it as English, but it was English with an edge. She had roots in England, but she had spent most of her time abroad. She definitely wasn’t from Thailand.
He blinked and turned in the direction of the voice. She was undeniably young, but not a girl. Maybe twenty-one or two. She was watching him with green eyes, familiar eyes. He blinked again. Something danced on the edge of his memory, something that he couldn’t grab on to. Then, it slipped away.
“Who the hell are you?”
She smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant one. “Uh-uh. I’m not sharing with you right now.”
He noticed she was holding his wallet. Thank goodness he left most of his ID back at the hotel.