Page 37 of Fastlander Fealty

He muttered a curse under his breath and turned for the house.

“What do you want from Moosey’s?” Gunner called.

“Everything,” he muttered.

“Dude, that was hilarious,” Captain called. “You were just so weird to Mason.”

“Shut up, man!”

“Captain, stop baiting everyone!” Gunner belted out. “I’m so sick of all of y’all’s shit today. Get in the truck!”

“I don’t know why I have to go—”

“Because you manage Moosey’s! You know what to order! For the love of God, make one thing easy on me today!” Gunner yelled.

Captain stood and Owen noticed how shaky he was. “I’m hurt.”

“We’re all hurt,” Gunner gritted out, gripping his waist with his hands. His eyes were too bright and a snarl accompanied his tone.

“Yeah, well I don’t like being in close quarters with anyone when I’m hurt!” Captain yelled back. “You want me to Change in the truck and shred you and the fucking vehicle? Go ahead and order me to go! Or you can let me rest for an hour, and then I’ll be able to control myself again!”

Owen got that. He sighed and gave the cabin a last longing glance before he said, “I’ll go with you. I know what to order.” He was hurt, sure, but he could control the animal near Gunner. “Can I check on the girls first?”

“You mean can you check on Silver?” Ace asked from where he was leaning against the cabin.

Owen ignored him, and got the nod from Gunner, and the, “You have three minutes and then your ass better be in the truck.”

He gave a curt nod and then pulled on the sweats fast, and pushed his aching body up the stairs and into the cabin. He’d seen some of this room in the pictures Silver had sent him last night, but he still had to follow his nose to find her.

He passed a bathroom in the hallway, where Hallie and Corey were cleaning up.

“Down the hall,” Corey told him, pointing.

He thanked her low and then braced against the wall to ward off the urge to pass out. Wreck was the worst Crew member in the history of Crew members. Whatever horrible magic-mojo-burning-shit he’d done to Owen’s body was awful.

In the bedroom, he found Silver sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. The look on her face pulled at his insides. He knocked softly, jarring her out of whatever thoughts were consuming her.

She looked startled and then smiled. It was forced though, and he hated it.

Silver was still naked, and fuck, she was so pretty, but she was cut up from the fight, and her skin had big red patches all over it. Sure, those didn’t look like bad burns, but he knew what his felt like.

“I…” She looked around like she was searching for something. “I haven’t put on my clothes.” Aw man, she wasn’t thinking clear yet.

He stepped forward and knelt in front of her, pulled the comforter from the bed and wrapped it around her. “It’s okay. There isn’t a rush. I have to go, but I wanted to check on you before I left.”

“Go? Where are you going?” She talked in this small voice, and her cheeks were pale.

“It hurts, huh?” he asked softly.

Her soft brown eyes darted to her lap. “I feel fine.” Lie.

Owen didn’t like this shift in her. This quietness. This faltering smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

He hooked a finger under her chin and lifted gently until she met his gaze. “I feel like shit, but it’s okay. We’re okay.”

She shrugged and her eyes filled with moisture and God, his heart was physically hurting. “I’m sorry,” she choked out.

Confused, he shook his head. “For what?”

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