Page 105 of Pit Stop

“He can go home with me. Doctor’s orders,” I say, my voice a little too loud. People turn to stare, but my eyes are focused on Skye. “Plus, I want to watch over him while he heals.”

“I can do that, sonofashifter,” Rob snarks, and I clench my jaw tightly.

“Why don’t we ask Skye what he wants to do?”

I stare at Skye and see his body shiver as he bites his bottom lip.

“I think Maverick and I have things we need to discuss. For closure. And the doctor did say we should be around each other to help with the pain…”

That makes possessiveness flare up inside of me. Closure? Fuck that.

“I don’t like that,” Rob begins, but Skye turns to look at his friend.

“I know, but we have to talk. This is killing me. Look at me. I need help. I need him,” he whispers. He says it so softly, but I hear it.

He fucking needs me.

Rob’s eyes soften, and he nods. “Fine. But I’ll drive you there, and I want you to call me as soon as you’re ready to be picked up.”

Skye nods and then rests his head on Rob’s shoulder. It should be my shoulder, but we’ll get there. I hope.

I hope we can fix this.

I fucking miss him. I miss everything about him.

As I drive back to my place, Rob and Skye following behind, I have the time to wonder who blocked our numbers on our phones. Who had the time and opportunity? Who had a reason to do that to us? I have no idea, but I’ll figure it out. One way or another. If itwasForest, I believe he did it with good intentions.Probably thought it would be painful if we kept in contact. I can’t imagine he’d do something to hurt us intentionally.

When Skye is finally at my doorstep, I let out a sigh of relief. He’s home.

With me.

I hop off my motorcycle and jog toward him, holding the door open and watching as he hobbles inside. I can hear the way his bones creak as he moves, and I can’t help but reach out and touch him, guiding him to the kitchen table.

“You want something to drink?” I ask.

“Yes. Please.”

I hand him a can of Coke and a bag of chips, wanting to watch him eat. He does both slowly, sipping at the soda and crunching on chips as I sit across from him, folding my hands on my lap so I don’t reach out and touch him.

Gods, I want to touch him.

“So, you’ve not been well?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Like the doctor said. The bond breaking was toxic to my body. Breaking it hurt. I think I permanently damaged something inside of me by doing that.”

I huff. “Should have stayed bonded then.”

He flicks his eyes up to meet mine, but doesn’t answer.

“You been in heat since?” I finally ask.

“No. Not yet.”

A breath I didn’t know I was holding slips from my mouth.

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