Page 390 of Vicious Saint
“Oh, hey Bex.” He grins sleepily. “What a coincidence that you showed up just after I subdued our fist-happy best friend.”
Of course.
Leave it to Archer to play the role of the universe.
Bex gives him a dry look. “Dude…you literally called me and told me to show up at eleven-thirty on the dot.”
“Yet there you were…showing up at eleven-thirty-five.”
I slap the arm he’s got draped over me. “So you were pretending to sleep?”
“I may be selfless, Hen, but not without a thirst for some tea.” He snorts. “Well, any tea except that nasty crap you were drinking.”
I’m about to use whatever annoyance I have to push the idiot off me, but familiar tingles erupt from my bones making me smile. Seconds later, his presence is at the doorway.
“Odd way to ask me to kill you, Good Guy, but yes I will,” Saint all but growls.
Archer groans, mid rolling off me as he says, “Oh yeah? You and what arm?”
Either Archer learned to fly, or Saint is using his only good arm to yank him off the bed. Judging by the curses spewing from my best friend’s tongue…I’d have to say it’s the latter.
Right before I attempt to roll over too, the mattress dips from Saint’s weight, holding me in place as he scoots to sit behind me.
As for Archer, he’s dusting off the arms of his Gucci hoodie at the foot of the bed.
As for Bex, she’s standing with an uncomfortable clearing of her throat. “I’ll, uh, give you guys some privacy.”
Saint pays her no mind, not quite intentional, but because he’s already amidst an examination of my head.
“Thanks for coming to check on me,” I tell Bex honestly, because I do appreciate the effort as difficult as it must’ve been for her.
“Of course, babe, I’ll text you later if that’s okay.”
My only response is a smile, unsure if I can continue the honest thing.
Guess time really will have to tell for us.
“Want me to stick around?” Archer asks, more to piss off Saint than anything else.
“Want me to follow through on your request to die, motherfucker?”
I chuckle, growing fond of the bickering between these two.
Especially knowing Saint, as much as he hates it, has zero intention on following through with anything other than egotistical threats against Archer.
“Have fun with your panther and broken caveman.” Archer winks at me, then, side by side leaves the room with Bex.
When I shimmy around to face Saint, I find him with his gorgeous blue eyes sharpening on the pillow. “I hope you enjoyed cuddle time with the panther, because I’ll be burning it.”
“You’re gonna burn my pillow for cuddling? Seriously?”
“That or Good Guy, baby. You choose.”
The fact he’s serious is not only hilarious, but downright concerning. Mostly for the pillow.
“You slept late today.”
“Nah.” Saint gestures his chin to the arm in a sling. “Just a meeting with the doc downstairs.”
