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I had to think about it. It seemed like so many had taken a shot at me. "Alex maybe? I don't know. He was there. A few others got me in the side. I didn't even know someone had gotten my arm until the doctor saw it."
They were silent, all three staring at me.
There were topics to discuss, big and bad topics, but I chose an easy one.
"Race got there before they could do a ton of damage, right?"
Jordan's eyes grew suspicious. "What's his deal, if he doesn't want in your pants?"
I glanced at Cross, remembering the feel of his touch as he'd cupped my face.
Feeling an upsurge of tenderness, I shrugged in response to Jordan's question. "He's not said anything, but I've gotten the vibe that he and Alex don't see eye to eye."
Jordan grunted, looking around.
We were drawing attention, standing in the lounge.
The room was quiet for some reason, and all eyes were on us.
Cross cleared his throat, indicating outside. "Talk out there."
One by one, we trailed behind him.
Cross had dropped me off at the entrance, and I followed him now to where he'd parked beside Jordan's truck. The lot wasn't too big, but both vehicles were in the back corner, so there would be a modicum of privacy unless someone was standing on the other side of the fence around the lot.
As if reading my mind, Zellman went over and scaled the fence. He grabbed the top and hoisted himself up to see over. "Clear." He dropped back down, dusting off his pants. "We're good. No one back there."
Jordan sat on his truck bed as Zellman came to join him. He sat on the top, one foot resting on the bed by Jordan, and the other hanging off the back.
Cross looked at me in silent question, indicating the back of my Jeep.
I nodded, and he moved over, half-shielding me as I climbed up, and keeping a hand on my side. He seemed to stand point then, as if he was the leader.
Jordan picked up a stray stick and began breaking it into pieces. "So we need to decide a few things." Here were the heavy topics.
"You want us to wait for this conversation?" Cross asked me.
If we went to my house, Channing would be there. If we went to Jordan's, no one would be there, but I was longing for my bed. Here and now. It was better to get it done.
"Nah. I'm on the happy pills. Do it now before I get sober."
I grinned at him, and he smiled back, his eyes lingering a moment before turning to Zellman and Jordan. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he leaned against me, but gently. I was tempted to run my hand down his shoulder and arm. I had to press it against my side to keep from doing that.
