“Because I know my wolf,” I whispered wistfully. Here I was, running from him and lusting after him at the same time. God, I needed therapy.
I didn’t think he’d hear me, but then he said, “All right, Red.” He emerged from his bedroom and tossed a wad of clothes at me. “I’m assuming you don’t have anything to sleep in. Shower’s free if you need it.”
Keiran had meticulously washed away his release from my back, and I wondered if it was out of guilt for degrading me the way he had. I used Jesse’s spare bedroom to change into his t-shirt and flannel, then I walked into the kitchen in time to see and hear Jesse end a call and open the refrigerator while trying too hard to look unassuming.
He avoided my gaze and I grew suspicious. “Who was that?”
“What?”
“Who were you on the phone with?”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
He hesitated and then pulled out a carton of milk. “Your man.”
I ignored the flutter in my stomach and watched Jesse disappear inside the spacious pantry to grab a box of cereal. How did he find me so fast?
“He called you?”
“No. I called him.”
I felt my eyes narrow, but it didn’t matter. Jesse had yet to look at me. “I’m beginning to question whose friend you really are.”
“He’s my partner, Lake. What did you expect?”
“You’re my friend! God—” I yelled. I immediately turned on my heel and stormed from the kitchen. I could hear him chasing after me, and I sped up.
“Lake wait.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“You can’t leave. He knows you’re here, but I convinced him to stay away for the night. If you leave, he’ll drag you back home and that’s the last thing you two need right now. He told me what you did to him. I have to say… I’m impressed.” He sounded amused and proud.
“I’m not looking for compliments, asshole. You sold me out.” I ran for the spare bedroom and snatched up my clothes. Screw the both of them and their men code. I heard Jesse’s knock but ignored it as I ripped off his shirt and replaced it with my own. I hated putting on worn clothing after showering, but there was no way I was staying with Keiran’s guard dog all night. It was as if he was still winning—still in control. Fuck that.
Jesse did everything he could, minus physical restraint, to stop me from leaving. I flipped him off and fled the apartment.
Keiran was the ass, and yet I was roaming the city in the middle of the night. At that moment, it was hard for me to believe that much had changed about us. Exhausted, I spent the night in a hotel where I should have gone in the first place. By morning, I wasn’t any more prepared to face Keiran so I shopped for toiletries and a change of clothes. I then drove five and half hours to the only ally that I had left.
“Whoa, girly. What are you doing here?” Di answered the door, appearing wide awake and wearing a crop top and sweatpants. “Keiran lets you out to play this far?”
“I need a distraction, and I need you to keep your mouth closed about it.”
“Don’t tell me there’s trouble in paradise.”
“Di…”
“Fine. Come in.” She moved away and let me inside. I followed her into the living room where she plopped down on the couch. “But I want to know what turned you into such a raging bitch.”
“I’m not raging.”
“But you are acting like a bitch. So spill.”
“Mitch is dead,” I blurted.
“I heard.”
“And it’s because of me,” I finished solemnly.
“No fucking way,” she grinned. I shook my head at her misplaced enthusiasm.
“I didn’t kill him.”
“But you wanted to.”
I so fucking wanted to.
“Have you met his father?”
“No, but I’ve heard he’s a real catch.”
“Where are you getting your information from?”
“My bestie,” she sighed and lay back against the cushions and threw her left leg over the top. “How is he adapting to daddyhood, anyway?”
“Keenan? He rules with an iron fist,” I said sarcastically.
“So, what did you have to do with Mitch’s murder and kudos to you, bitch. He needed to be put down a long time ago.”
“I went there to kill him, but Q stopped me.”
Di stiffened and her eyes dulled as she stared at me in disbelief. “Q—Quentin was there?”
“He followed me out there the day Keiran went away for business. Apparently, he was assigned to be my watchdog.”
“Ever the obedient little slave,” she whispered absentmindedly. She stared off, appearing lost. Her body trembled ever so slightly.
“Di?” It took three tries of calling her name to bring her back from wherever she had been trapped.
“Yeah?”
“Where did you go?”
“Somewhere I have no intention of sharing with you or anyone, girly.”
“Maybe you should talk about it,” I mumbled.
“What?” Her tone was angry, but her green eyes were wide as vulnerability burst from their depths. Di had always been a puzzle, but right now, she looked like a frightened girl.