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Mickey made his way to the garage. That was where he found Edge waiting. Their gazes met and didn’t budge.
Edge made a helpless gesture. “I drove Rain and Austen.”
That made sense. Rain was part of his team. They all lived together. Rain was probably too close to the situation to drive. He didn’t know why Austen couldn’t. Mickey gave a jerky nod. His throat wouldn’t work.
“He’ll be okay. Austen says he keeps you stocked with EpiPens, and you’d know what to do. I take it you have some sort of severe allergy?”
Mickey’s hands rose and fell. He couldn’t hold a conversation right now. “Peanuts.”
Edge nodded. “You should probably steer clear of Field, then. I’m pretty sure ninety-nine percent of his diet consists of peanut butter.”
“I need to get Kylo some milk.”
Edge motioned toward the Dodge Challenger he leaned against. “I’ll take you. You don’t look like you need to be driving.”
He was so calm. In control. Just like he had been on that rooftop, Edge was a born caretaker and leader. He made it hard to panic.
Mickey headed for the car when Edge opened the passenger door for him. Before he could climb inside, Edge was in his space. His mouth covered Mickey’s and air finally filled his lungs fully since Kylo stopped breathing.
Edge pulled away. “Now you can get in, sexy.”
Mickey didn’t respond. He simply climbed into the car and accepted his fate. Edge was in control. Mickey was just along for the ride.
If Edge understood anything, it was the look of a man who had almost lost someone in their charge. Duty was all Edge had. Keeping his brothers safe was everything. Without them, hewas nothing. Edge had failed before and wouldn’t again. Mickey hadn’t failed, but the attack had been unexpected and he was still in shock. He didn’t even realize he was shirtless until Edge pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and pointed it out.
“What kind of milk does he need? I’ll get it. I’m pretty sure no shoes, no shirt, no service is still a thing.”
Mickey glanced down at himself. “Oh. Damn. Sorry. I was in the middle of my workout.”
Edge had zero complaints. He had known the body beneath the guy’s clothes would be amazing. Edge hadn’t been wrong.
Mickey shifted positions as if to dig out his wallet. “Well, fuck. I guess the milk will have to wait.”
He looked so adorably defeated at the realization he didn’t have his wallet. Likely he would have noticed before leaving—since he didn’t seem to have any keys either—if Edge hadn’t talked him into getting into his car.
“You’re good. I’ve got it.”
Mickey’s shoulders sank lower. “Thanks. I’ll pay you back when we get home. Um.” He scrubbed his hand across his eyes. “Kylo drinks whole milk.”
With a wink, Edge climbed from the car and made his way inside. It took less than five minutes to grab a gallon and beright back outside with Mickey. Still, Edge resented the time lost. Thankfully, Mickey seemed to have recovered a bit as Edge passed the milk his way.
“How much do I owe you?”
Edge shrugged. “It’s on me. You can buy me a drink sometime.”
“All right.”
His easy agreement bolstered Edge’s hopes. After their kiss, Edge had immediately begun questioning every moment and second-guessing everything. There was no reason for Mickey to see him again. It was a kiss. Kisses meant nothing to most people. Edge should forget it. He couldn’t.
Unfortunately, the silence that followed wasn’t as comfortable as he liked. He found himself needing to fill it. “So…” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. “What kind of workout do you do?”
“Actually, I decided to work on my upper body strength today. After scaling that building, I realized how much I’ve been neglecting pull-ups.”
Edge couldn’t help but smile. “You didn’t look like you struggled.”
“I can always be better. Just because I don’t go on jobs with Beau anymore doesn’t mean I should let anything slip. Anyone whosees Beau with Kylo knows Kylo is his weakness. If anything, I’m probably more in danger now that it’s my job to stick to him. Not that I’m complaining.”
Of course he wasn’t. Edge got the feeling Mickey never complained. “Well, you said you grew up homeless, so I doubt you feel like you’re allowed to be unhappy now.”
