But Pick stepped closer, lifting both his hands in a placating manner. “He’ll be fine, guys. Just give us a minute.”
Except it was obvious to everyone gaping at me and past me toward Pick’s ruined desk and computer that I was anything but fine.
Noel shook his head. “No way, man. We’re not leaving you alone with this psycho. What’s going on?”
I stalked toward him. “Are you deaf? He said leave us the fuck alone.” I swung at him, but he ducked.
And my fist connected with the jaw of the guy behind him.
Ten immediately howled, clutching his face. “Shit, man. What’d I do?”
Instantly contrite for catching him and not Noel, even though Ten had annoyed the hell out of me the first day I’d met him, I took a step back, my fingers uncurling. The red disappeared from my vision, and as I blinked it away, the fury subsided.
“Sorry,” I muttered to my feet.
Oh, shit. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. I was worse off than I’d originally feared.
But Ten’s muffled answer from between his hands, where he was still holding his face, shocked me. “Christ, you have one hell of a right hook.”
Boggled why he would sound impressed instead of pissed, I blinked at him, and more of my frustrated anger dissolved.
“Let me see,” Pick said, closing in on Ten and pulling his hand away so he could have a look at the damage. But Ten slapped him off.
“Fuck you, man, don’t baby me. I’m fine.”
“Whatever.” Pick slugged him companionably on the shoulder and said, “Put some ice on it. The rest of you, get back to work.” He directed his gaze to Noel. “Parker and I have a few things to discuss. I’ll send him out in a minute.”
Noel glanced at me, and he didn’t look like he was going to move any time soon.
I glared back, rumbling, “I’m calm now.”
Except I wasn’t. My rage had merely morphed into crushing defeat. I was still a complete fucking mess and anything but composed.
Pick grasped Noel’s arm and hauled him into the hall. “He’s done raging out. I got this. Trust me.”
Noel opened his mouth to argue, but Pick shut the door in his face.
I shuddered and glanced at the broken desk and computer. All that needless destruction and yet Felicity was still a cheated-on, homeless waitress. “I’ll buy you new stuff to replace everything and find a different place to stay,” I promised. I knew I should offer to quit the job too, but Christ, I needed the money.
I hoped to God he didn’t fire me before I’d even started, though I’d totally understand if he did.
“No, you will not find a different place to stay,” Pick said as he turned to take me in. “And forget about the desk and computer for now. We’ll discuss that later.” But then he shook his head as if disappointed, and the shame spiked inside me.
I exhaled, deflated. “Fuck.” Sinking into a leather couch I’d left untouched, I buried my face into my hands and tried to will my fingers to stop shaking.
“She was supposed to go to college,” was all I could think to say. She was supposed to carry on and live her life to the fullest, be happy, content. Not make decisions based on me, which had led her to the crappy existence she had now.
A hand landed on my shoulder. “How she ended up isn’t your fault.” I glanced up at him, and he squeezed me tighter. “And I wouldn’t even say she’s that miserable. She’s actually a very upbeat person.”
Of course she was. She’d always been able to find the bright side of things. She wouldn’t be City if she couldn’t. And she’d promised me she would stay that way.
An ache spread through my chest. My eyes stung and my throat closed over.
But when I caught pity in Pick’s gaze, my jaw knitted. I hated letting him see me this vulnerable, hated that my eyes wouldn’t stop watering. So I growled, “What kind of fucked-up game are you playing? Why didn’t you tell me up front she worked here?”
“Because Felicity is my friend,” he started, and I tightened against the pain those words brought.