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I blink in surprise, letting out a shocked laugh.
A smile tugs at his lips, mirroring my own.
“I’m doing a poor job of taking care of you already. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to go home,” I whisper tearfully.
Doc frowns. “Why would you not want to go home?”
I lean into the hand brushing my hair back, a shiver flowing through me when he caresses my ear.
Opening and closing my mouth, I fight to get the truth out. “I want to stay with you. You and Riley,” I confess truthfully.
Tilting his head, Leo pulls back, looking confused. A breathy chuckle leaves him. Relief and disbelief.
Knocking my chin gently, he asks, “Where else would you be?”
A car horn behind startles me.
Raising a hand in apology, Leonard presses the gas.
Frowning, I worry my lip. “You won’t touch me,” I whisper so low that even I barely hear the words.
Doc draws in air as if to respond, but it leaves in a sigh.
The rest of the car ride is done in silence.
Turning onto our street, I spot something at the end of my drive.
A For Rent sign.
My heart jumps.
The attached house quickly pulls my eyes away.
Welcome home.It’s everywhere.
Seeing the welcome home banners hung across the windows and door, I give in to my tears.
Home.
A wet laugh bubbles out of me. Even the creepy gnome has a sign.
“He still freaks me out,” I point out.
“Riley insisted he be included.” He grins, climbing out of the car.
My door opens a second after the back passenger door opens and closes.
Taking the cap off, he hands me a water bottle. Pulling out a pill bottle from his inner jacket pocket, Leo shakes two pills into the palm of his hand.
“Take them,” he encourages when I shake my head.
“They make me sleepy.”
“I know.” He nods, but his steely gaze under his dark-rimmed glasses doesn’t falter.
I give in.
