Page 70 of The Barn: Frost and Q
As soon as Frost’s face started to crumble, he shook his head. “Hey. I saw a thing. I called you. You did the best you could. I’m sorry about the others. It sucks.”
“Yeah. I should have been more?—”
No, he didn’t think so. “We should have been more what? Careful? What about Cap? Does he get to take the blame for this too? Or are we going to just say that whoever started this fire is another fucker and we should have them drawn and quartered?”
“You are a bloodthirsty little son of a bitch, aren’t you?” That made Frost grin.
“I am absolutely, one hundred percent, a bloodthirsty son of a bitch. I’m so glad you’re okay. I couldn’t stay up there and wait for somebody to release you, knowing that you needed me here.”
Frost actually looked at him this time. “I always need you. You’re my baby boy. I will always need you. I want to go home.”
“I know.”
Quentin already had people at the house in Alaska moving his furniture, his things down into Frost’s space. They’d leave the big bed in the upstairs unit just because sometimes it was nice to be able to take a nap or whatever.
But it was time for him and Yukon to move home with Frost permanently. They both needed it.
“It shouldn’t be too long before they send you home. I’d say a couple days in here, a day or two at a hotel.”
Frost nodded. “I assume you’re here with Boone?”
“Yeah, Carson’s holding down the fort, Tug is heading in to help him, and you know how Boone is. He wanted to be here. He worries.”
“He’s a mama bear.” Frost’s face screwed up as he fought not to cough. “Cap said something about a senator?”
He chuckled again. “Yeah, that was Carson.”
“I figured. When I could think, anyway.”
“You want a sip of water?” That poor throat.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“Any time.” It was a bit of a challenge in the chair—everything was a little too tall and a little off kilter—but he managed. “I’m here for the duration. Just let me know what you need and I’m on it.”
He wasn’t going to let Frost swing. Not a chance.
Twenty-Three
The hotel room was kind of amazing.
Boone had gotten them an accessible room at a damn swanky place. Like super nice. Frost hadn’t been able to explore it aside from schlumping into the room and flopping on the bed, wheezing like a landed catfish.
But today, he felt almost alive, and he and Q were waiting on room service while Q took advantage of the sweet shower setup.
After all that hospital food, he was ready for something kind of decadent and yummy.
He grabbed his phone and texted Chauncey, who was going to get sprung today, he thought.
You okay?
Fine as frog hair
Chauncey shot back at him.
How about you?
Ready to go home. Hotel’s good though. You’re coming with us, yeah?
