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Mel
Ohmygosh.
Travis
OMG.
Shay
Dude.
Harvey
Please stop adding me to your chat groups.
Mel
Harvey, my love, light of our lives, and the reason our world goes ‘round, you’re here because you made us add you, remember?
Shay
You said it would cut down on collateral damage if you knew what we were up to.
Harvey
And I regret every minute of it. Bael, I got Gwen’s text. I’ll assign you an extra assistant to help with Wren. You don’t need to keep him in your suite. He can share a room with the new assistant.
Bael
NO.
I stuff my phone in my pocket so I don’t have to argue with Harvey. He’s not shoving Wren in some tiny broom closet with a stranger. Not when I promised Wren I’d take care of him. I’ll just stick him in my bed for now and figure everything out later.
I message my driver and tell him to bring the car to the front of the building.
“Okay. I’m ready to take him,” I tell Gwen. “Does he have anything I need to bring with me?”
“Harvey is sending someone over now to get him, and I’ll give them a list of instructions. You can go home.”
“Nope,” I say and then scoop Wren into my arms.
It’s okay. I made sure he’s free of the IV stuff, folks. Don’t stress.
I carry him out to the street and climb into the limo with him in my arms. Having a driver to open doors for you is mad handy, by the way.
I hug Wren to my chest as we head to the hotel. Once again, I’m not feeling him up. I’m just a little antsy because everyone seems to be eager to snatch him away from me. I can take care of him, okay? Everyone needs to chill.
He doesn’t stir at all. Even when I picked him up to carry him, it was like moving a ragdoll. A warm, soft, floppy ragdoll.
How did he make it so long on his own like this? What if someone else had found him and hurt him?
What if someone has already hurt him?
I clutch him tight at that thought and he makes a sleepyeepof protest.
“Sorry, little buddy,” I say, but I realize he’s still fast asleep. He’s really out of it.
I’m good at sleeping too, but if someone squished me like that in my sleep, I would be up and swinging before my eyes opened. It was a helpful defense mechanism when I was younger, and the fact that Wren doesn’t even have that level of self-preservation chills me to the bone.
