Page 34 of Make Me Trust Again
“The bed’s up here.”
“I can see that,”I say carefully, unsure of how I feel about it.
But Kyle doesn’t seem to have the same worries as he bounces in his seat, his legs swaying over the edge.
“How cool is that? This will be my room.”
Of course, he thinks that. Me, on the other hand? I will be checking in on him way more often than usual, trying to make sure he doesn’t fall from the bed.
“There is a bed for you down here as well,”I point out.
Kyle shakes his head.“No. I want to stay here. Pretty please?”
He bats his eyelashes, clasping his hands together.
I let out a long sigh, knowing there is no helping this.“How about sometimes?”
“Can Levi come over so I can show it to him? Can he?”
“We’ll talk to Miss Parker.”My promise has him fist-pumping in excitement, the sudden motion making him sway slightly.“Can you please get down now?”
He purses his lips unhappily.“Do I have to?”
“Down, young man. We’ve got work to do.”
Sighing dramatically, he turns around and climbs down like a little monkey, jumping to the ground and grinning at me.“This is so fun.”
I shake my head.
Seriously, this kid will be the death of me.
“C’mon. Let’s go grab our thi?—”
The words die on my lips when we get out into the hallway. Because out there by the door, our stuff is all lined up nicely.
I go to the porch, expecting to find Chase outside, but he’s nowhere to be found.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHASE
“Why are you grinning like a creep, Foster?” Gavin Durran asks, a deep scowl on his face as he hoists his rifle higher.
“Not all of us are grumpy assholes, Durran.” Lucas chuckles easily as we stammer over the uneven terrain.
But that was Lucas Foster for you. The jokester of our little unit. The one who always saw the good in people and the light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long or how fucking dark the place was.
“Not all of us are cheeky dumbasses, Foster,” Gavin throws back dryly.
My fingers curl into a fist. “Do you really have to be such a jackass?”
Those piercing light eyes turn to me, giving me a pointed once-over, but I don’t look away. The guy’s an asshole of epic proportions, has been from day one.
“Defending your bestie, Williams?” he mocks. “What’s next? You boyos will hold hands?”
My teeth grind as I fight the need to slam my fist into his face, but Lucas jabs his elbow into my side in warning. His darkbrown eyes fix on me. “Ignore him. Just a few more days, and we’re getting out of here.”
This has a few heads around us nodding, and some of the animosity and the building tension seeps out of our group.
