Page 41 of Pitcher

She rolls her eyes before finally turning the phone around.

“Thad will get someone to drop him off. He can stay with us tonight.”

“No.”

She arches a brow, and I almost growl.

“Fine. But pizza and porn night are still on.” I arch my brow, mimicking hers, then add. “You’re sleeping with me. Thad can take your room.”

The apartment is quiet when I finish with my shower. A quick look around the corner reveals an exhausted Theo asleep on the sofa. Thad is relaxed in the chair watching TV on mute.

“You can turn it up,” I tell Thad, nodding in Theo’s direction. “The noise won’t wake him.” Not when he’s this tired.

“It’s fine. I’m not really watching it anyway.”

I shrug, drying my hair with Theo’s oversized towel. I couldn’t use my towel; it’s wrapped around my body. “Do you want anything from the kitchen?”

It’s the least I can do since he brought pizza and Theo’s car home.

“I’m good, thank you,” he says politely. His momma would be proud of the man he’s become.

I nod, realizing he’s not up for talking, and slip inside my bedroom to change. I go with my own pajamas tonight, a sleep shirt and knee-high socks. Yes, it looks ridiculous, but it’s comfy. And when you’re tired, nothing beats comfort.

When I’ve managed to brush through the tangles and pull my hair into something resembling a beehive, I pad into the living room and see Theo has awakened. His clothes are rumpled, and his face is marred with a frown.

“Are you okay,” I ask, coming around to sit alongside him.

“Why are you wearing that?”

Why does he sound so pissed off? I look down at the shirt I’ve worn a dozen times.

“What do you mean? I always wear this.”

He scrubs a hand over his face and glares when Thad laughs.

“We have a guest,” he grits out.

“Duh,” I respond maturely. “Thad has seen me in this before.”

Thad coughs awkwardly, and Theo’s face turns red.

I look between the two brothers.

“What? At least I have underwear on. I usual—”

“For fuck’s sake, Ans. Just stop.”

What is Theo’s deal? He just spooned me for eight solid hours last night. I had less on last night than I do today.

Attempting to change the subject, I go with, “How’s your shoulder?”

He takes a deep breath, and his voice loses the hard edge it had earlier. “Stiff but better.”

I smile, fussing with the blanket on his lap. “Do you want me to get you anything?”

He shakes his head and then looks at his brother. “No. Just the porn you promised me.”

Thad groans and stands. “I’m off to bed. I’ll see you two in the morning.”

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