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I laughed.
“He’s not so bad.” I blushed. “He’s doing the best he can—it’s not every day your girlfriend tells you that kind of thing.”
“You thought he’d balked?”
“Honestly?” I asked, thinking about what I thought. ‘I don’t— yes.”
Kaos nodded then stared out across the yard to where the trees started. He said nothing and for a while I thought I’d offended him.
After all, Trucker was one of his best friends, a friend he’d inherited from Zoom.
Laughter erupted from inside the house, followed by what I assumed was someone slamming their dominoes on my table. I could almost see the poor thing rattling.
I’d meant to change it years before—as it was my grandmother’s and it had seen better days.
I didn’t know if it would survive their little game.
“Don’t worry.” Kaos chuckled. “The table will be fine. This is what happens when you have friends you can’t take anywhere.”
I laughed.
Trucker was inside with Lennox, Andi and Moose.
It was a few weeks since Ryan and Esther had been arrested. And while Moose hadn’t been scheduled to do anything but visit his friends, he’d insisted on being the one to help Kaos with that problem.
Trucker had been by my side.
When the nightmares became the main event in my life, he held me through them.
I was still rattled.
Lately I’d been hiding it—I didn’t want Trucker feeling any kind of ways about what was happening.
This wasn’t on him.
“Listen, you don’t have to be scared.” Kaos told me. “I know, we just met, but I know Trucker. Whatever you need, you can go to him. And if it’s more of a thing a woman can handle and you feel more comfortable, Zoom?—”
“I know. She’s offered to help. I just—he was right under my nose, Kaos.” I felt stupid. “He wasrightthere, and I had no idea. How do I move on from that?”
Kaos sighed heavily.
“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I don’t have all the answers. You you may never get over it. That’s why we’re here.”
Smiling, I lifted my beer to him in a silent toast and sipped.
Later that night, the boys all went out and Andi decided to get some sleep in the RV she had parked behind my house. We didn’t have space inside for everyone. Though I would have preferred her use the sofa or camped inside, she only grinned at me.
“Aww come on, Sprite.” She teased. “I’ve slept in that camper in some very unsafe places. Trust me, your backyard is paradise. I’m stealing some of your snacks, though.”
I laughed and helped her carry some snacks to her camper.
It wasn’t large—but it was nice and could fit maybe a family of three comfortably.
She gave me the tour before going back to the house.
I gave her a couple bottles of water, just in case before a pause in the air.
I realized just how empty the place was going to be until the guys returned.
